A netizen shared a story about how he lost his father to cancer about 7 months ago and that today would’ve been his birthday. He said that he doesn’t think anyone truly gets over their grief and that it’s the worst experience on earth.
Here is the story:
I genuinely don’t believe anyone truly gets over grief, it ruins your life and you just learn to live with a new broken life
My dad passed away from cancer almost 7 months ago. Today would’ve been his birthday actually.
Anyways, I’m 28 and I truly don’t see a way out of this one. This has been the WORST experience on earth it’s been torture.
The worst part, other grieving children I talk to keep trying to make me feel better. “ life gets so much better. One day it’ll stop hurting.”
Everyone who’s a grieving child who I spoke to, their lives are a MESS. They’re just too blind too see it. They’re good people, but far from healthy people. Because how can you be happy once this happens to you?
It might be because it’s fresh, but I have no inner peace and this grief is killing me. Even without the grief, the PTSD and trauma alone are enough to destroy someone
- Grief isn’t an unwelcome guest you must be rid of as soon as it arrives; It integrates, like a chipped bit in your favorite coffee mug. You still use it even though it’s chipped, and you learned to drink from it while you avoid the chip. This is the way.
- I mean it gets better, it does, but I wouldn’t say it gets so much better. You really do just learn to live with it. The pain isn’t as strong though as the years go by the pain lessens so that’s why it gets better. You’re still in the really hard stage because it’s so recent.
- I’m on 17 years and it gets better. You are at a critical juncture and you have a decision to make. Let this death define you for the rest of your life or get help and move on. I chose the former and tried to drink the pain away, it was the easy choice but the wrong one. I wish I would have sought out better help than substance. I wish I would have listened to the annoying perky people telling me it would get better. It’s not a betrayal to not be sad forever.