Ok so stage 4 brings about man woes however I do have the mental faculty to teach me that its all part of the process. I have dealt with the anger for a long time and now that is gone all is left really is sadness. Its kinda odd but everything is setting me off. I guess before I was distracted and now the silence is a little deafening. I was making a drink this morning looked out the window and burst into tears. A pretty weird thing to do. Oddly strange that it didnt feel at all strange, sort of routine.
This part is not nice at all but I know it will pass. I just wish I could talk to her about it. She would have just the right thing to say. Hopefully after my self imposed excile I will be back to some sort of semblance of normality. Until then my moaping an weeping will have to sufice. I definately have to get back to my stories. They are the whole point, not this weird mopey nonsense. Until then I am fimly planted in bed, watching netflix with some junkfood. Please bare with me. This story is far from finished.
night xx
A Grievers Guide to the Galaxy 