Истории Stagesofgrief

This is my story of falling in love, dealing with a roller coaster of emotions while caring for my husband through his illness, his passing, and living with my grief. Knowing the outcome, it was his choice to not receive a heart transplant. I was angry, until I woke up one day and realized that the only thing that I could do was stand by his side and make his life as comfortable as possible, while making memories for our son.

Grieving the loss of her fiancée, Ryujin wandered the dark alleys of Seoul. She came across an empty store with a dilapidated Photo Booth. After inserting a coin into the machine, Ryujin was taken back to the day Yeji died. [short story.]

Exploring the seven stages of grief, with seven of these guys. This one was pretty close to me. I had been writing this piece of fiction over the course of a month, but also really wanted and needed to process a few things myself. Tackling my emotions felt like writing something akin to the mid-week specials, and though I could have uploaded each of them seperately, this was meant to be put together as one video. I hope it brings some form of comfort to all of you, no matter where you are. **Follow MayDayVoice on YouTube for a more in-depth look into the connections to this world** **PLEASE NOTE: These are written akin to scripts, as its intention is to be read and edited with any sound effects required for story-telling purposes**

Some poetry I wrote the other day. It's from the perspective of someone who's coming to terms with losing a loved one.

((This has a Comic that goes along with it)) Bluo Helion is a high school student whos best friend died, He meets a group of people who help pull him out of his grief. Except it would be all fine if his friend Blanka was truly gone. Meet Mae Ke, Sho Cei, Deni Ali, Angi Gre, Briar Gana, and Dee Presi as they try to save Bluo From himself.

TWS - 5UICID3, GORE, LOTS OF MENTION OF BLOOD, TRANSPHOBIA, GENERAL UNHAPPINESS AND GRIEF, LOSS OF A LOVED ONE - - "Mars Sefney Walker. Died age 24. They haven't taken my spirit yet, don't worry." That's what it says on their grave. Hand picked by their distraught partner of 8 years, who writes letters regularly in the aftermath of their death. This is a documentation of the years following the tragic passing of one Mx. Mars Walker, as told by their partner. - - - while all characters in this story are fictional and all events are made up, i would like to dedicate this story the memory of the beautiful Shelley Lynn Rose, and to the thousands of young trans people who are lost to suicide, and to the beautiful trans folks who are still alive. Please don't give up, you are loved, you are valid, and you are so gorgeous and wonderful. - Suicide hotline: 116 123 trans hotline: 85258 please stay safe. love always

>"Just then, I thought I saw her. No, I did see her. She dashed across just outside the accursed window. Lucky for me, the window was big enough for me to get out of, in which I did, and immediately tried to follow her. I found myself running through a secluded city street while being watched by the starry night skies above. She then turned to a corner, slowing down, so I ran faster, and expected to finally catch up with her, but she was gone." A short story inspired by this wonderful indie game called "Eternally Us" That is all.

A short story about Noctyx being asked; "Do you have someone you like?"

Maggie was an average girl, that is until she lost a bet (or so she's been told). Now friends with a cynical and very lonely ghost, can she juggle late night meetings and life's heavy demands or will it all fall apart? Everything is not as it seems.

you ever miss someone and have no clue who you miss and feel guilty even though you know you did the right thing that's fun isn't it

"The loss of someone close to you can really take a toll on your mental health" "No shit Sherlock" *This story can go by either name and I am aware of very similar stories, in no way am I trying to steal other peoples stories* TRIGGER WARNINGS: death, car accident , depression, strong language. Overall more mature things.

This is a Pokepasta about poor blue and the Pokemon theory of his Raticate dying. I tried really hard on this one, I know it's short but I put a lot of thought and effort into this. It's kind of sad as he's going through the stages of death. It is in blues point of view

i will always say this, cover art not mine. CW for s/h, suicide, (substance) abuse in general, homophobia, and other shit like that please don't read if uncomfortable!!! - Milo is 15, yes, he's 15. Yes, he smokes weed and will occasionally vape. He can't help it! It's just how he grew up. Ever since he was born, his parents were alcoholics and druggies. They did care for him, just not in the best way. Instead of buying him new stuff, they gave him their old shit all the way from clothes to various supplies like soap and dishwasher detergent. It was all useless stuff anyway, so Milo didn't really care. In one of his classes at school, they were learning about the mental state of people in different positions in life, this week was grief. Stupid. It's all stupid. When would anyone need to know about that? It's not like some sad depressing shit would happen anytime soon. Milo's life was boring and ordinary, he wouldn't change it for the world. He was decently happy and had a best friend named Diana. She was the best. Always happy, never has secrets to hide, she's practically an angel to him. She's also the first non toxic religious person Milo has talked to. Diana isn't religious and she's also like him, "different" They both grew up in a very homophobic and transphobic place, not the best. Full of angry rednecks and Christians. Not a healthy environment. Diana lived with her mom and older brother since her dad moved out of town and her mom couldn't afford the rent, her brother was helping. Milo's parents were getting by just fine, sometimes he'd lend money to Diana and her relitives to help pay the bills but he couldn't always do that. If his mom or dad found out, he'd get the shit beaten out of him. Milo and Diana have both been going to the same school since 5th grade, they're now in 9th. Not the best school, but they do have some pretty chill teachers. And they have cheap vending machines. Today's Christmas, and Milo's birthday. Diana loves Christmas. Milo doesn't.

"No." She insists, cutting him off instantly. "We are not setting the entire camp back several hours just so some dramatic prince can get his journal back." She- Maeve, he assumes -bites, and Rae flinches at the angry emotions. "He can live without it. We need to get moving before-" "Astrid needs a journal," The man offers. And for some reason, this makes the woman freeze. Rae pulls his wings close against his back in his attempt to hide the grimace at the bitter flavor; frantically pushing her emotions into a raindrop to make it join the rest of the downpour. If either avian notices his discomfort; neither of them mention it, and the man continues speaking. "And she's practically a master at botany. If he needs a journal, we should get it." The woman takes a deep, angry breath as Rae tries not to panic. He hates being in the same place as someone when they're this angry. Doesn't want to be seen or looked at when anyone is angry. He can't handle it- --- Or; A story about grief, broken families, and how communication can fail when someone doesn't want to change.

After the death of Eddie and Stanley, Richie has to go through the five stages of grief. This was originally made in TikTok by @apextea. I did get permission to write this and I'm sorry if it's crappy. Richie may be a little out of character but let's be honest, who is in character when they're grieving? I hope you enjoy!

It's a truism that time heals all wounds. Luci's never believed in doing anything the normal way though. Or: That weird fic about linear time and the stages of grief.

6/24/1927 - 5/13/2016

In which Harry journeys through the stages of grief following Sirius's death. IWSC Season 2 Round 2.

a compilation of one's grief; pieces of regrets, what ifs, guilt, frustration, anxiety, and d3pr3ssion.

Creative nonfiction of my car accident