There was a counselor at our school recently because a staff member suddenly passed away. The students were devastated to say the least.
She spoke to the students about death and grieving. Told them not to dwell
on their grief. It took everything I had to keep it together. Not only was I grieving for my coworker, but still for Michael as well.
Sometimes I feel that coming here keeps me wallowing in my grief.
That its not good, and if I keep coming here, I will never be able to move on.
But I would not have made it this far without the MJEOL Family.
That I know for sure.
I don't see it as wallowing. I see this as therapy and counseling in an
environment that I feel comfortable and safe enough in to share my REAL feelings about this whole fcuked up situation.
I had a friend tell me this past summer that maybe I needed therapy
because this was not normal behavior, seeing that I became extremely
withdrawn and lost weight (I was already about 115, so believe me, I didn't need to). I was pissed. But I knew then that I couldn't share with her ever
again, and I knew that I wasn't crazy. That's my fear. That a therapist
would try to lock my ass away, and I'm not having that. I just need time, like we all do. That's all. We are not crazy, just deeply deeply sad.
God bless and keep all of you.
By the way, has anyone heard from Missy? I'm concerned...
