"People say that I'm brave, but I'm not. Truth is, I'm barely hanging on."
Yes, I love that lyric. After a rough week, the good news is that I continue to learn more about myself. I learned that I am stuck in the anger phase of grief, a very hard pill to swallow. I decided to go back on my depression medication - which I should still technically be on, but I took myself off of them in January...
At my appointment, a doctor I have never seen told me that grieving parents are the hardest people in the world to be around. No one knows how to act around us, or what to say. It's very complicated, he said. As awful as it was to hear, it was also comforting. Cause that's what I keep hearing, and this doctor, literally a stranger, knew it as fact.
I'm sorry I'm so tough to be around. And I'm sorry that I am angry. Still. And, I'm sorry to those of you who think I'm strong, when I obviously am not.
But, what have I learned? I think we are all human, and we all make mistakes, and it's really what you do afterwards that molds you into the person you are going to be. So that is what I will try to concentrate on.