Wednesday, November 2, 2016
IWSG - Warning: This is depressing.
It's the first Wednesday of the month y'all! Time for Alex J. Cavanaugh's brain child's blog hop. IWSG is a safe place for writer's of all walks of life to get together, share our insecurities, and support each other. To join The Insecure Writer's Support Group CLICK HERE!!!
I've been crazy busy this last month. I've been promoting our month long interdisciplinary arts festival Dancing With The So Called Dead and attended a few workshops. It's been awesome, and I'm filled with gratitude for the experience, but I feel so guilty.
A woman I knew died in the middle of all this. I found out through a friend that she took her own life. She took an Uber to the Golden Gate Bridge, and jumped. I'm so angry at the Uber driver. Who drives an upset person to a fucking bridge? I'm angry at her boyfriend. When someone tells you they're going to commit suicide, you don't ignore them. Mostly, I'm just pissed off with San Francisco. This permissive city punishes all the wrong people.
My friend wrote a really beautiful piece on this poor girl: - https://medium.com/@bodacious_and_loquacious
I've written a few pieces myself to cope, and it's becoming a giant rant of an essay. Do any of you deal with your grief the same way?