Chapter 83: Grieving
Anger, denial, depression, acceptance, and whatever the other one was...She could never remember them all.
When people talked about the stages of grief, they were always listed in the same order. And they always applied to losing either a loved one, or a beloved pet.
Those were that things that people mourned for, things that had a deep emotional connection.
Never in a million years had Emily ever heard of a person experiencing the five stages of grief because they had quit their job. In most cases, the opposite was true, people who chose to leave their jobs were overcome with a sense of happiness, freedom, a renewed purpose.
Emily did not have any of that. In fact, she was not even following stages of grief in the order that most people often talked about. She had somehow skipped the majority of the steps and gone straight to depression.
The same sadness that had cloaked her over the weekend, had followed her into Monday. And she had spent most of the day crying again. But it was Tuesday now, and Emily had decided that enough was enough.
She had quit. She had not been fired like she would have been had she stayed any longer. Quitting was a good thing, she had gone out at the top of her game.
Feeling much better, Emily decided that Tuesday would be different. That she would not waste the day crying.
So bright and early, Tuesday morning, she was up at her usual time. Only now, she did not have to be in a rush getting ready for work. So she used the time to get breakfast ready for herself and her mom. They did not get to eat ir together though, her mom only managing to grab a piece of toast before she was rushing out the door.