Weird isn't the right word.
Near the end of May I spoke about a friend who went missing and linked an article about information of where he'd been last seen, that he'd emptied his phone, deleted his social media and his gamertag...
I knew what that meant. My brother did nearly the exact same thing.
So when I heard they'd found his body on Friday evening, I can't say I was shocked but it did...
You want to be wrong about those things. No matter how unlikely it seems, you always want to be wrong.
It stirred up things I still haven't dealt with regarding my brother's death and a few new things as well and rather than dealing with it head on, I decided to just... not.
I know, that must sound like the healthiest thing, but sometimes you need to postpone dealing with something.
So I buried myself in everything else. I filmed two episodes of Wit & Whimsy for this week and next--I obsessed over work and campaigning my submission for Geek and Sundry because focusing on that seemed a lot better than dealing with the rest of what was going on in my head.
Of course I will have to deal with it.
And it's stupidly lucky I'd planned a trip to visit my parents this coming weekend because I can't imagine a better place to just let myself feel whatever I'm feeling there.
I'm not sure if that kind of control is normal... but I've always had to compartmentalize, so it's been normal for me.
How do you deal with tragedy?