I can’t stop crying. This hurts so fucking much. The sadness is too heavy.

I’ve never experienced grief that wasn’t just heart break before. This is different.

It’s a rollercoaster I want to get off.

Stabs to the stomach to remind me of reality.

OCD manageable.

Crying on the floor. Anger. Heart break. Pain.

This is hell.

I wrote a blog post after I found out. But it’s too soon. I can’t even read it back yet.

This is too much.