I wanted to do something special with the flowers from my grandmas service. Partly because I’m a super crafty bitch, second of all because I blocked out the first month of grief so I remember none of the touching moments from the beginning.
Im just gunna treat this blog as a way to scream in the void. I’m the one who pays $195 a year for it so I’m going to use it how I please.
Because everything SUCKS.
Lifestyle blog? No thanks. I have a podcast where I talk about murder and a blog where I word vomit when I can’t afford my therapy sessions.
Everyone talks about the stages of of grief. They are embedded in our brain. Nobody tells you that you just live the rest of your life in the stages of grief. It’s not like you get to the end and get a diploma like “congratulations on reaching the final stage of grief, please enjoy this cheese tray”. It’s like “wow congratulations on reaching the final stage of grief! Please enjoy cycling through them for the rest of your living life” and then they hang up on you before you can ask if you get a certificate or something for reaching all five.
