Mr. Gaiman, How Do You Process Grief? Sorry I Come Here And Ask This Out Of Nowhere, But Somehow I Feel

Mr. Gaiman, how do you process grief? sorry I come here and ask this out of nowhere, but somehow I feel like you're the only person who can explain it to me. lost my dad two months ago and I feel like it's only gotten worse.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

You process grief slowly, at your own pace and in your own way.

Time will heal, or at least scab over the wound. And in the meantime, you keep on going because the world will keep on going.

It's okay to cry, okay not to cry. When my father died I didn't cry for him for months, until one day I was reading a story by a friend and someone died in the story I'd only met a few pages earlier and I found myself weeping like a baby. And then I started to surface from the numbness and the pain.

Don't let anyone tell you what they think you should be feeling. And if they do tell you, ignore them.

There isn't a schedule for this stuff. There's just grief and time.

I hate living under the panopticon :( my tummy hurts :(

nothing has been more important to my being queer than when i went to my first pride parade, got seperated from my group, had a panic attack about it and was sitting on the side of the road holding a tiny genderfluid flag and freaking out. then this six foot five drag queen in four inch heels appeared from literally nowhere and sat down next to me. i, this scared-shitless trans bi kid at pride for the first time, very nervously told her she looked pretty and i told her my name and that i got lost and didn't feel like i should be at pride and she held my hand and said "oh, honey, everybody deserves to be here, especially you. pride is for everybody who's ever gotten lost, who's been scared of who they are or where they are. you think we never been scared before? pride's for you, honey, because you're scared. you don't have to be proud right now, but you're gonna be one day, honey, i'm sure of it."

i found my group soon after that and i never saw that queen again but to this day i am convinced i met an angel.

so yeah. pride is for you. pride is for all of us.

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The mile-long rainbow flag being carried down First Avenue in New York City.