I’m in ruins honestly

God guys I just have to get through grief, I know I can’t rush it I have to feel it. I lost my dog of 15 years Monday. It’s the little things that get you isn’t it? God, the empty spot where his stuff used to be hurts so bad. And there’s still a little stuff I have to throw out. I’m so genuinely devastated. I don’t even have it in me to ask for help because I truly do feel like I’m the only one affected by this as deeply as I am. One second I’m fine the next I’m not. I’m so genuinely miserable. I feel like I can’t live with myself. And it got me thinking about death in general, I hope he’s okay. I know he is. But god I miss him I hate that when grief comes it genuinely feels like you could die from it. It’s horrible. But I know I have to go through it to heal.