Leuty Parker

Tag: #grief

  • Loneliness

    I live HARRPY on my own. Love, love, love cooking for myself. Doing computer stuff. I even designed a work out routine which should be done alone.

    (Don’t worry, it’s not what you’re assuming!) a plank [im hoping you know what that is], to 1x Alexa song.

    On my personalised playlist, the length is from 3.5 minutes, to 9. No stopping aloud.

    Endorphins subconsciously make me happy. But my mum died last week.

    For all the years I’ve lived on my own, whether it’s Edinburgh, London or Hong Kong, I haven’t really felt lonely.

    But there a big difference between being alone, and feeling lonely….

  • Stages of Grief

    With the loss of a limb it’s kind of like you are morning a loved one so go through the 7 stages of grief, which are ;

    Shock, denial, anger/rage, bargaining, depression, testing, & finally acceptence.

    I think I’m in denial right now, & I have rage to come. Im feeling very impatient, wanting things done 5 minutes ago. Maybe that’s me reaching anger. I just need to start swearing now.

    It’s a long route I’m afraid. One I’ll have to take though. I feel like I’ve already done some stages though. They seem so fucking vague. I kind of feel like king George in the kings speach, when he swears to prove he doesn’t stutter when he’s swearing, so when that he mind,

    Fuck

    Fuck

    Fuck

    Shit

    Shit