This is Unfair
Everyone talks about the sadness.
The crying.
The missing.
The heartbreak.
But the anger?
That part catches people off guard.
You’re angry because someone you love died.
And that alone is enough.
You’re angry because they should still be here.
Because this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
Because no matter how it happened, it happened too soon.
It’s unfair.
And sometimes the anger isn’t even just about the death itself — it’s about everything that came after.
The things people say.
The way they react.
The way they try to explain it.
“Everything happens for a reason.”
“They’re in a better place.”
“At least they lived a long life.”
“At least you had them for a while.”
None of that helps.
Most of it just makes you angrier.
You’re angry because your life got ripped open and the world kept going.
You’re angry because you didn’t get a say.
You’re angry because there’s nothing you can do to fix it.
And some days, the anger is easier than the sadness.
At least anger has energy.
At least it gives you something to hold onto when the sadness feels too heavy.
So, if you’re mad — really mad — it doesn’t mean anything is wrong with you.
Someone you love was taken from you.
Your life changed in a way you didn’t choose.
What happened wasn’t fair.
The loss is real.
It hurts.
And there’s no way to make peace with something that never should have felt this heavy.
Yeah — grief sucks.
Loss is unfair.
And you have every right to be angry as hell about it.