Everyone grieves differently. My was of coping was to escape. I retreated to my apartment with a bottle of wine and my sketchbook. I cried and drew and it was somewhat therapeutic. I know many have strong opinions on the "right" way to grieve but this was right for me.

Then I escaped to the countryside. I cut myself off from social media and coped really the only way I know how. Isolation. I went to a friends where we were lazy bums and it was amazing. Sometimes it is just nice to do nothing with someone. We watched movies, ate junk food, did zumba, and went shopping. It was my own version of relaxation. It was the kind of therapy I needed, and not to mention the only one really available down here.

Sometimes I think that I am a slave to the internet, but then I realize I let myself become that way. I always have my phone and am constantly checking facebook or instagram or any other app where I can escape reality, but that is my choice. It is also my choice to escape and retreat from the trap once in awhile.