Anonymous asked:
How do you process grief?
ryebreadgf answered:
by running from it until it finds me in the middle of a sunny street on a beautiful day
“I need a father, I need a mother, I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God but the sky is empty.”
— Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
“I am alone in my room, between two worlds.”
— Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath,”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
[text ID: And so it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send.]
Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “The way I was taught to love”
[Text ID: “Half daughter, / half apology, all fire and the wrong kind of love.”]
Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Eat”
[Text ID: “I am trying to stop doing / things that don’t make any sense. Body, / forgive me. I am trying. I am trying. I am still trying.]