There are lots of self-help books out there about grief. There, I said it. That’s not what this is.
When my fiancé died, I did a lot of searching for something that could help me grapple with what i was feeling. Nothing was working, and with every “I’m sorry for your loss” that I received, I found myself wanting to throat punch everyone who said those words to me. Having spent years as a Funeral Director, I knew what to expect logistically, but was completely unprepared for what I went through physically, mentally, and emotionally. So I did what always made me feel better. I sat down, and started writing. What I ended up with was a blur of fictional scenarios that induced real feeling. Grief is selfish, rude, hostile, and inconvenient. It barges in and takes over your whole life, just like that b*tch you can't stand.