“I don’t like the sight of blood” I say.“I faint too easily.”” I’m a sympathetic vomiter”. “You’re a wimp” they say.“You’d better hope you don’t ever get seriously ill!” they tell me.“You better hope that you never deal with anyone who has cancer! All those needles and injections!” they laugh, their words a patronising pat …
Tag Archives: Grief
My Best Friend Died
I need to lash out. I need to be vocal and share. I need someone to bear witness to my grief. I also want to keep it contained. Seething and bubbling under the surface, where it is so raw and no one can see. I’m angry and it hurts -don’t touch me. But I’m fractured …
Grazed And Confused 