There’s a lot of things people tell you when you’re grieving, and one of them is that you have to take care of yourself. Eat right, exercise, make sure you get enough sleep. And, to that I say, what the hell are even those things? What do they mean? I have to take care of myself? No, I’m inconsequential at the moment. I have no thoughts for my body or even how I’m going to survive another day. My entire world has been obliterated and the last thing I care about is that I’m healthy enough to keep living on and putting up with all this shit.
great description of grief
