The Five Stages of Grief
How do you know when enough is too much? When it is time to cut the chord, to rip off the bandage? I can't seem to make that decision. It veers into as yet unexplored paths of insecurity and trauma. So I carry on without pause, without review, without looking at what my life is becoming. Sometimes, you wish that you could simply shrug it off and walk to the restaurant at the end of the Universe but the moment passes and you look around, see reality closing in, and continue on. Since today is one of those days, I want to do nothing more than curl up in my bed and cry but tears seem to be lacking and thankfully so. I fear that if I start, I'm not going to stop. Esquivel's 'Like Water for Chocolate' sums up my fears aptly- "And so, arms around each other, Nacha and Tita wept until there were no more tears in Tita's eyes. Then she cried without tears, which is said to hurt even more..." I wish I had some great tragedy in my life. At lea