There are five stages of grief my therapist told me. I did them out of order, thanks to my chronic ADD.
Denial was suppose to be the first stage, but Bargaining is what I did. I bantered with my inner self for days, placing unrealistic bets and bids.
Anger is said to be next, but Denial is what appeared. My situation was too perplex I wanted it to disappear.
Acceptance took Bargaining's place, I embraced my defeat. I bowed down from my losing race, not wanting a repeat.
Anger transpired instead of being sad. Depression didn't come like I was told. Sounds cliche, but I was boiling mad, I saw red, and lost control.
Acceptance was not what I felt last, Depression was the unaltered state I was in. Melancholy was my final forecast of Griefs ultimate tailspin