It’s been three of the most miserable days of my entire existing.
Three days since our world was turned upside down by a single damn bullet, that took our light and left us all drowning in the darkness. The darkness of denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.
Those were the known five stages of grief, I’ve read about it somewhere before and it got stuck in my head. It got stuck because I thought it was complete bullshit. When someone close to you dies you only feel one thing, anger.
But turns out I was wrong, not entirely, but still wrong.
Each of us was feeling one thing, yes, but each one of us was feeling a different stage of grieving.