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Grief, tell me who you are.

Updated: Aug 13

Grief writing - Entry 5

Grief, tell me who you are.


Hi there, name's Grief. I met you at the hospital right after the doctor said, "I'm sorry there is no heartbeat".

I've stuck by your side this entire time, even when you don't really want me around.

Truth is, no one really wants me around. I'm too sad and depressing. When I'm hanging around, people don't know what to say. 

Probably because I'm so ugly and messy. I'm emotionally unpredictable. I'm often aloof and withdrawn, I'm really no fun to be around. But yet I stay, like a thorn in everyone's side. Much like that free-loading disgusting college roommate, you couldn't wait to evict. Yeah, I'm that person.

I'm sad all the time because my life feels hopeless and helpless. There's no silver lining to my personality, you may get a chuckle out of me every once in a while.

Some like to nickname me Depressed. It's whatever. My life is boring and blah.

No one really wants to get to know or understand me. People want me to change but don't really do anything to help.

Sometimes when I'm around, I make you think you want to kill yourself. But you don't. Because I am different.

I'm also love. And sometimes I change and I'm the only one you understand and I'm the only one who understands you.

As twisted as that is, sometimes it's comforting.

I exist because there was once hope, but hope died, and when hope dies, I am born.

I was born the instant you found out your son wouldn't be born.

My life is weird like that. I am born when someone else dies.

When babies die, I am born.

When cancer dies, I am born. I am born out of every sad tragedy. I come to accompany the living. I am no good at being a friend, yet somehow I am your most faithful companion. 

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