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Grief

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The 3 year anniversary of my sister’s death is on Tuesday.

Three years and I still don’t know how to get past it.

I still can’t think of her without falling apart. I still don’t know how to deal with the pain. I still hate this time of year. The anniversary of her death, Thanksgiving, Christmas, her birthday.

I decided to go online and look for a grief workbook.

I couldn’t even do that without crying.

I feel so stuck. And broken.

It’s 3:15am

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Batman is staring down at me, expressionless.
Next to him, a dalek plans my extermination, as the Tardis explodes overhead.
Meanwhile, Mulder is in the corner, just wanting to believe and trying to find his sister.
Sleep would be welcome.