Moving on

To me there is nothing worse in life than loss. Wether it be death of a family member/friend/pet, the end of a relationship, or just moving to a new city it sucks. The five stages of grief are Denial,Anger,Bargaining,Depression, and Acceptance. Now the fact is that everyone is different and every loss is different. That means that each of us handle the stages differently. They aren't always in a specific order (although acceptance is usually last), and each stage will last different lengths of time. I can always tell when I've moved to another stage or have altogether moved on. For me though, even after I've accepted it and moved on it still sucks. I now have this void. Of coarse something is missing, that's why they call it loss. I find new things to occupy my time, or for me obsess about. But it's never the same. I feel like I've lost a piece of me with whatever it is I let go of. By moving on with that part of my life I move on from that part of me. So instead I hang on for dear life. I just don't let go. I keep it with me and let it continue to hurt. That leaves no room for new people and experiences to enter. It's time to clean house. I'm not quite sure how. It won't be easy. Life rarely is. But it has to be done. Me being me you'll never be completely gone. "Just ask her if she ever still thinks about me she says everyonce in a while."