A close friend ended his life Thursday and I have never dealt with this before (not that it would be easier if I had). I don’t know how I feel or should feel. Talking about it publicly and parasocially feels weird; not talking about it feels weird. For now I’ll settle on “I miss him.”
There is no clear path through this, and the best advice is always to feel however you feel. Grief isn't about right or wrong.
If you find what you are experiencing troubling, reach out to a friend, or get help. Sometimes, we all need to not be okay for a bit.
May his memory be a blessing.
This has happened 3 times in my life, one was an accident but still, and what I did each time was get out of town. Once with friends up the east coast, once alone, and once with my then 8-year old son. It’s pretty much my go to solution. Hop in the car and see where it takes you.
