https://themighty.com/2016/12/grief-timeline-getting-sick/ I think it's safe to say no on this one. There's no time limit. It can remain a shock to the system for quite some time. I tried really hard to have a good day today, but towards the end I couldn't walk properly and I was struggling with my vision and breathing. I … Continue reading Is There A Time Limit On Grieving The Loss Of Your Health?

My Brother Is Missing

2016-08-15 Miss Poison Grief/Grieving, Honesty, My Brother, Pieces Of Me, Writing Fear, Grief, Missing Person, My Brother, Writing

I called the police this morning to report my brother missing. I have been freaked out, in a terrible panic, since Friday morning. I cannot sleep, I'm having trouble functioning on all cylinders, and I'm concerned because it's clear that no one gives a fuck but me. Apparently to the cops, my reporting him missing … Continue reading My Brother Is Missing

As Real As It Gets

2015-08-122015-08-12 Miss Poison August, Being Real, Depression, Emotional Pain, Emotions, Empathy, God/Goddess, Grief/Grieving, Honesty, Inner Voice, Intuition, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Rebirth, Reflection, Stages Of Grief, Strength, Writing Agony, Depression, Honesty, Misery, Pain, Personal Reflection, Pieces Of Me, Rebirth, Struggles, Suicide, Writing

WARNING: Potential Triggers I'm a ridiculously intuitive person, which has the tendency of scaring people if they aren't used to it. I live my life paying attention to the same things most people ignore. However, it is virtually impossible to ignore your body and mind when they're screaming at you. No matter what bad thing … Continue reading As Real As It Gets

Grief Is

2014-12-23 Miss Poison Dad, Death, Emotions, Feelings, Grief/Grieving, Honesty, In Memory, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Respect, Survival, The Holiday Season, Writing Being Real, Dad, Grieving, Honesty, Loss, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing

Grief is like a snowflake? If you want to be poetic about it, okay. If you want to be honest about it, which I am going to be, grief is a demonic fucker that sneaks up on you when you least expect it. I buried my father seven years ago today. The morning of the … Continue reading Grief Is