You know what sometimes I feel like grief counseling is like pouring salt on an open wound, it hurts like hell and it’s really, and I DO mean really gritty. I say this without malice towards grief counselors because they are truly just trying to help us and they have been successful in 
many cases. I just think it bothers me because my counseling is taking place in the very same building and the location where my mother received hospice care. Every time I attend grief counseling it’s like a recurring fucking nightmare running through my mind dredging up old shit, zapping my memory and increasing the levels of my anxiety and depression. article 1: FOR MORE INFORMATION      article 2:  FOR MORE INFORMATIONÂ
