Grief may be a thing we all have in common, but it looks different on everyone. It isn’t just death we have to grieve. It’s life. It’s loss. It’s change. And when we wonder why it has to suck so much sometimes, has to hurt so bad. The thing we gotta try to remember is that it can turn on a dime. That’s how you stay alive. When it hurts so much you can’t breathe, that’s how you survive. By remembering that one day, somehow, impossibly, you won’t feel this way. It won’t hurt this much. Grief comes in its own time for everyone, in its own way. So the best we can do, the best anyone can do, is try for honesty. The really crappy thing, the very worst part of grief is that you can’t control it. The best we can do is try to let ourselves feel it when it comes. And let it go when we can. The very worst part is that the minute you think you’re past it, it starts all over again. And always, every time, it takes your breath away.
؟ , و المشكله بديرتي مافيه هذيك الانشطه اللي واحد يقدر يقول بشترك فيها .. كلها كورة ومسابقات ثقافيه و bla bla bla , والاشياء ذي ماتهمني أبد , وماتخيل عمري يوم العب كوره .. ولا اصف مع اوادم ويسألوني واجاوب خخخ , حاليا أمر باأسخف أيام حياتي .. اخر ترم لي , ومع ذلك كاره الدوام وجو المحاضرات بشكل عام , ابيي الفكه :’( , المهم هاليومين طايح باغاني