When wewe use greif in your uandishi it's very important wewe get it right so here is a short makala to help you.
Here is an extract from link
Grief is a somewhat commplicated and misunderstood emotion. Yet, grief is something that, unfortunately, we must all experience at some time au other. We will all inevitably experience loss. Whether it is a loss through death, divorce au some other loss, the stages of grieving are the same.
The five stages of grief are:
1-Denial-"this can't be happening to me", looking for the former spouse in familia places, au if it is death, setting the meza, jedwali for the person au uigizaji as if they are still in living there. No crying. Not accepting au even acknowledging the loss.
2-Anger-"why me?", feelings of wanting to fight back au get even with spouse of divorce, for death, anger at the deceased, blaming them for leaving.
3-Bargaining-bargaining often takes place before the loss. Attempting to make deals with the spouse who is leaving, au attempting to make deals with God to stop au change the loss. Begging, wishing, praying for them to come back.
4-Depression-overwhelming feelings of hopelessness, frustration, bitterness, self pity, mourning loss of person as well as the hopes, dreams and plans for the future. Feeling lack of control, feeling numb. Perhaps feeling suicidal.
5-Acceptance-there is a difference between resignation and acceptance. wewe have to accept the loss, not just try to kubeba it quietly. Realization that it takes two to make au break a marriage. Realization that the person is gone (in death) that it is not their fault, they didn't leave wewe on purpose. (even in cases of suicide, often the deceased person, was not in their right frame of mind) Finding the good that can come out of the pain of loss, finding comfort and healing. Our goals turn toward personal growth. Stay with fond memories of person.
When wewe write it's very important wewe use these steps properly and in that order.
Thought it's very tempting to make your character angry, grief is zaidi powerful than anger.
Though grief shouldn't be misused for minor things when anger would be zaidi apropiate.
A good example of this, I think, is in Wolverine, when his wife was killed and he was instantly angry. I thought something was a bit off about it and that it was a bit cold and the reason for this was I don't think it was powerful enough. This is because anger was used when it should have been denial. And though it was well done, it could have been better if the writer had been zaidi skillful when using grief. (I'm not bagging out Wolverine. It's one of my favortie movies. PLEASE DON'T SUE ME.)
I hope this will help to improve your writing.
Thank wewe for reading.
Happy writing.
Here is an extract from link
Grief is a somewhat commplicated and misunderstood emotion. Yet, grief is something that, unfortunately, we must all experience at some time au other. We will all inevitably experience loss. Whether it is a loss through death, divorce au some other loss, the stages of grieving are the same.
The five stages of grief are:
1-Denial-"this can't be happening to me", looking for the former spouse in familia places, au if it is death, setting the meza, jedwali for the person au uigizaji as if they are still in living there. No crying. Not accepting au even acknowledging the loss.
2-Anger-"why me?", feelings of wanting to fight back au get even with spouse of divorce, for death, anger at the deceased, blaming them for leaving.
3-Bargaining-bargaining often takes place before the loss. Attempting to make deals with the spouse who is leaving, au attempting to make deals with God to stop au change the loss. Begging, wishing, praying for them to come back.
4-Depression-overwhelming feelings of hopelessness, frustration, bitterness, self pity, mourning loss of person as well as the hopes, dreams and plans for the future. Feeling lack of control, feeling numb. Perhaps feeling suicidal.
5-Acceptance-there is a difference between resignation and acceptance. wewe have to accept the loss, not just try to kubeba it quietly. Realization that it takes two to make au break a marriage. Realization that the person is gone (in death) that it is not their fault, they didn't leave wewe on purpose. (even in cases of suicide, often the deceased person, was not in their right frame of mind) Finding the good that can come out of the pain of loss, finding comfort and healing. Our goals turn toward personal growth. Stay with fond memories of person.
When wewe write it's very important wewe use these steps properly and in that order.
Thought it's very tempting to make your character angry, grief is zaidi powerful than anger.
Though grief shouldn't be misused for minor things when anger would be zaidi apropiate.
A good example of this, I think, is in Wolverine, when his wife was killed and he was instantly angry. I thought something was a bit off about it and that it was a bit cold and the reason for this was I don't think it was powerful enough. This is because anger was used when it should have been denial. And though it was well done, it could have been better if the writer had been zaidi skillful when using grief. (I'm not bagging out Wolverine. It's one of my favortie movies. PLEASE DON'T SUE ME.)
I hope this will help to improve your writing.
Thank wewe for reading.
Happy writing.
I remember the siku I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for wewe love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place wewe could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with zaidi moto then wewe could ever imagine.
zaidi passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the siku I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real mpira wa kikapu coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for wewe love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place wewe could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with zaidi moto then wewe could ever imagine.
zaidi passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the siku I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real mpira wa kikapu coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
au I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told kwa hidden scars
Unable to onyesha themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
au I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told kwa hidden scars
Unable to onyesha themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
when i just have been through the worse in my life
my eyes turn black,my skin turns white
i'll be like a ghost
life has been sucked right from me
i feel my skin tearing apart like it's going to shred
i'm shaking and lonely and cold
but it's funny that my only savior is just a little sharp metal thing
just a small razor can heal me that much?!
better than anybody i have ever known
i slide my left arm just a little as a start and i feel like i need zaidi and zaidi and more...
until i can not get enough
but then i feel so good,almost satisfied
watching my blood spilling on the floor,drop after drop very slowly
that's just the hottest painful pleasure i have ever experienced
i feel so unbalanced,so numb
i don't know if i need someone to touch me au to shoot me to know that i'm still alive
but i know i won't stop
i'll cut myself and fuck the wound
i'll lick my blood for all my pain
my eyes turn black,my skin turns white
i'll be like a ghost
life has been sucked right from me
i feel my skin tearing apart like it's going to shred
i'm shaking and lonely and cold
but it's funny that my only savior is just a little sharp metal thing
just a small razor can heal me that much?!
better than anybody i have ever known
i slide my left arm just a little as a start and i feel like i need zaidi and zaidi and more...
until i can not get enough
but then i feel so good,almost satisfied
watching my blood spilling on the floor,drop after drop very slowly
that's just the hottest painful pleasure i have ever experienced
i feel so unbalanced,so numb
i don't know if i need someone to touch me au to shoot me to know that i'm still alive
but i know i won't stop
i'll cut myself and fuck the wound
i'll lick my blood for all my pain