Afterlife.

I finished watching the second series of Afterlife last night, it’s been a while since I’ve been able to watch anything all the way through! What a brilliantly written show it is! Now I can’t generally stand Ricky Gervais but I have to take my hat off to him. It is so refreshing for someone to not glamourise grief!

Afterlife is written in a way that shows grief for what it is… raw, unwavering, and excruciating. You don’t just wake up one day and be like right I’m over it and I detest films/tv shows that come across like that! It’s like when you get a gay character in a soap, they always end up turning straight 🙄 what is that about?! Stop it. It’s the same with grief.

My dad died almost 7 years ago now and I am not in the slightest over it I miss him so badly! I had a friend lose her dad 4 days before I lost my dad and a couple of years later she was having a hard time around the anniversary and I actually remember someone saying to me well that was ages ago isn’t she over it?? Seriously?!

No you never ever get over it, just in time the waves don’t hit as hard and you find yourself smiling more than crying, it doesn’t mean that the grief doesn’t sometimes completely take you off your feet, anything that reminds you of that person or even when you are ecstatically happy you find yourself sad because that person isn’t there to share and it hurts like a thousand razor blades, tears down your walls and puts you straight back on your arse.

So… just a post of appreciation really. For someone showing something so real in such a hard judging world. ❤️

Published by DelilahSpuddy

Well when I first started this blog, I was just using it as an anonymous way to vent. I suffered a horrific year in 2018 starting with witnessing abuse in my work place and ending in an awful assault on me by a so called friend. Now as I start to recover I’m hoping to reach those who unfortunately may find themselves in my situation with nobody to turn to. I managed my PTSD symptoms a good 8 months before I was told I wasn’t going mad and actually there was a name for it. In those 8 months I came up with all sorts of weird and wonderful ways to ground and help myself. Some of the writing in my blog isn’t nice and contains some triggers so please be aware. It’s just what I need to do at the moment. But if you want to... feel free to have a look ❤️ welcome to the madhouse 😂

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