WHAT EVERYONE GETS WRONG ABOUT GRIEF…

Grief in many ways is like psychosis. In the first couple of weeks after Robin's body was taken away, the morning after he died, I would wake up in the morning and I would be absolutely freezing cold, like shaking and shivering. And it was October.It wasn't like mid-inter. I would blast up the heating. When someone else was in the house, I would realize it it was like a sauna.It was actually a bit embarrassing and had to like, you know, turn it down and like open some windows. Robin actually hated being col ...