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The Unprocessed Grief of My Mother
I was 16 when she died. I buried it fast and hard and just went to the next thing. There's nothing wrong with playing poker if that's the distraction or the way you need to deal with it. We all do it differently. Time heals all wounds. The grief is also very understandable. And so while part of me goes, no, I should go to therapy and figure out what my grief is,. Or I'm just not gonna have pictures of my mom around the house. Right. Just let me live, you know?