I’ve been putting this off for a while. Months.
After being so open with all of my emotions and thoughts these last few years, I wanted to take a little break from being sad. It just got to be too much. Some of you more astute folks could read between the lines on the weekly updates I’d been sending out over The FaceBooks and asked after me. Maybe I gave you a platitude. Maybe I just said, “I’m hanging in there,” which is my go-to for moving on the conversation to the next topic. I just didn’t know what to tell folks who asked after me. “I’m still furious?” "Life is a tourniquet and my neck is turning blue?" No one wants to know how the monstrous depths of my anger.
Because that’s what I am. Still.
I thought it might be worth a checkup on the ol’ mental
health report card using the five stages of grief as our barometer. I got this list from
one of my grief counselors, mostly as a way to check in with myself to see just
how well I’m doing. Let’s follow along together.
