Holy Sh T They Re Gone Navigating The F Cking Aftermath Of Loss Without The Bullsh T
Download Holy Sh T They Re Gone Navigating The F Cking Aftermath Of Loss Without The Bullsh T PDF/ePub or read online books in Mobi eBooks. Click Download or Read Online button to get Holy Sh T They Re Gone Navigating The F Cking Aftermath Of Loss Without The Bullsh T book now. This website allows unlimited access to, at the time of writing, more than 1.5 million titles, including hundreds of thousands of titles in various foreign languages.
HOLY SH*T, THEY'RE GONE: Navigating the F*cking Aftermath of Loss Without the Bullsh*t
Author: Cassandra Crossno
language: en
Publisher: Cassandra Crossno
Release Date: 2025-03-10
THE BOOK GRIEF DOESN’T WANT YOU TO READ –––––––––––––––––––––– So, they’re gone. And now, everything is fucked. Your entire fucking world just got obliterated. One second, they were here—your person, your anchor, your goddamn reason for breathing—and now, they’re just fucking gone. Reduced to memories, ashes, a gaping, screaming HOLE in the fabric of your goddamn existence. The world SHATTERS, doesn't it? One minute they’re breathing, laughing, living, and the next… NOTHING. Just a void that swallows everything whole, leaving you choking on the dust of what used to be. Everything you knew is a smoldering crater, a wasteland of what-ifs and never-agains. And the infuriating, soul-crushing reality? The goddamn sun STILL rises. Traffic STILL crawls. People STILL bitch about their lattes. The fucking AUDACITY of the world to keep turning when yours has stopped DEAD. Meanwhile, you’re drowning in this soul-crushing, brain-melting, rage-inducing hellscape called grief. People start talking, and 95% of what they say is the most tone-deaf, ignorant, rage-inducing, and straight-up offensive bullshit you'll ever hear in your life. “Oh, they’re in a better place.” Better place my ass. Their place was right the fuck here, with you. “Everything happens for a reason.” Say that again, and you might catch hands. –––––––––––––––––––––– Grief isn’t just sadness. It’s a goddamn onslaught. It’s a neurochemical shitstorm that hijacks your brain, making you forget your own address and put the remote in the fridge. It’s a physical assault that leaves you exhausted, nauseous, shaky—like you got hit by a truck and then dragged for miles. You expect the big days to hurt—birthdays, anniversaries, holidays. But it’s the tiny, everyday gut-punches that fuck you up the most. Looking at their side of the bed and feeling like the air just got knocked out of your lungs. Seeing their favorite coffee mug. Hearing their laugh in a goddamn dream. Yeah, those. And then there’s the pressure—to “move on,” to “find meaning,” to be some kind of goddamn poster child of grief instead of the broken, furious, drowning mess you actually are. Guess what? You don’t have to play by their rules. This is not a soft, hand-holding guide to healing. This is not a collection of gentle affirmations. This is not a “breathe deeply and let go” pile of spiritual bypassing. THIS IS A GODDAMN WAR MANUAL FOR THE SOUL UNDER SIEGE. A brass-knuckled, battle-scarred, no-holds-barred roadmap through the hellscape of grief. This book is going to rip grief open, lay it the fuck out, and force it to look you in the eye. It will not tell you to “move on.” It will not pat you on the head and tell you “it gets better.” It will tell you the brutal, ugly, completely unfair truth about what it means to keep breathing when the one person who made life worth living isn’t here anymore. –––––––––––––––––––––– WHAT’S INSIDE THIS LITERARY GRENADE? 🔥 THE TRUTH, THE WHOLE TRUTH, AND NOTHING BUT THE FUCKING TRUTH No sugarcoating. No silver linings. Just the unfiltered, gut-wrenching reality of loss—the moments when you actually get mad at your person for dying. The way grief makes you feel like a fucking burden. The guilt when you catch yourself laughing for the first time in weeks. The deep, bone-shaking loneliness that makes you feel like you’re screaming into a void. 🧠 A BATTLE PLAN FOR YOUR BRAIN Grief isn’t just an emotion. It’s a complete biological hijacking. Your brain is in full-scale fucking mutiny. It's chemically rewiring itself to handle trauma, which is why you can’t concentrate, why you forget what day it is, why food tastes like cardboard, why you feel like you’re losing your goddamn mind. Welcome to grief brain. It’s real. It’s brutal. And it’s a fucking menace. 🚫 A FIELD GUIDE TO IDIOTS & THEIR BULLSHIT People will say some of the stupidest shit you’ve ever heard in your life. From the toxic positivity crowd (“Just be grateful for the time you had!”) to the spiritual bypassers (“It was their time” / “The universe has a plan”), we’re calling out every category of grief-related dumbassery and giving you the arsenal you need to shut them the fuck up. ⚡ A RAGE ROOM IN BOOK FORM If you’re pissed off at the world, you’re not crazy. You’re grieving. And grief isn’t just crying into a pillow—it’s an all-out war against reality. You’re mad at fate, at the universe, at people who still have what you lost. And yes, you’re probably mad at your person, too. That’s normal. That’s grief. 💪 PERMISSION TO BE A BADASS Forget “moving on gracefully.” Here, you get the green light to flip off the world, throw things, scream into the void, and grieve however the hell you need to, whenever you need to, for as long as you need to. There is no deadline on your grief, and anyone who tells you otherwise can go to hell. ⚔️ NAVIGATING THE GRIEF MINEFIELD From surviving the first everything without them (first holiday, first birthday, first Tuesday that just feels fucking impossible) to shutting down clueless assholes who think they’re helping, this book arms you with the tools you need to exist in a world that suddenly doesn’t make a goddamn lick of sense. ❤️ A WHOLE LOT OF “I SEE YOU” Because in your darkest moments, you don’t need a grief expert. You need someone who knows what it’s like to watch their fucking world burn and remember all over again that they’re never coming back. Someone who’s still standing somehow. Someone who won’t tell you how to feel but will stand in the wreckage with you, middle fingers up, ready to take on grief like the soul-stealing motherfucker it is. –––––––––––––––––––––– WHY THE FUCK DO YOU NEED THIS BOOK? If you've ever wanted to punch someone who said, "They're in a better place," THIS IS YOUR BIBLE. If you're drowning in platitudes and useless advice from people who haven't experienced the soul-crushing pain of loss, THIS IS YOUR LIFE RAFT. If you've fantasized about telling the universe to go fuck itself, THIS IS YOUR ANTHEM. If you're teetering on the edge of sanity and desperately searching for something, anything, to help you feel less alone, THIS IS YOUR COMPANION. If you're ready to rage, fight, claw your way back to the land of the living, one brutal, messy step at a time, THIS IS YOUR GODDAMN WEAPON. THIS ISN'T JUST A BOOK; IT'S A GODDAMN CALL TO ARMS. Here’s what they don’t tell you: you’re never going to be the same. Grief doesn’t go away. You don’t get over it. You learn to live with the absence. You learn to breathe again, step by step. You learn how to carry them forward with you—not in some cheesy “they’re watching over you” kind of way, but in the real, raw, everyday moments where their absence is a weight you learn to bear. –––––––––––––––––––––– SO, WHAT THE FUCK NOW? Now, we get to fucking work. Grief is a feral beast, and it will hunt you down. You can’t run from this pain. You can’t bury it, drink it away, fuck it away, work it away. The longer you fight it, the harder it fucking hits. The only way out is through. And this book? It’s coming with you. This isn’t some soft, hand-holding, “it gets better” bullshit. This is about dragging yourself through the fire, one brutal, ugly, soul-crushing step at a time, until you realize grief didn’t kill you, even though it sure as fuck tried. It’s about facing the cruelest reminders of their absence, from the mundane to the catastrophic, and learning how to survive these heart-punch moments without letting them pull you into an abyss. It’s about giving yourself credit for just existing—because sometimes, that’s the hardest fucking thing you’ll ever do. One day, you’ll wake up, and the first thing you feel won’t be pain. One day, you’ll laugh without feeling guilty about it. One day, you’ll realize that you are still fucking here. And that means you are not fucking done yet. There is a shitload of work ahead of you. We’re gonna torch some lies. Make a fucking mess. Get way too loud, then turn that mess into something raw, beautiful, and all yours. So, grab your weapon, steel your nerves, and prepare to fight for your goddamn life. Let’s begin.
I Love Jesus, But I Want to Die
A compassionate, shame-free guide for your darkest days “A one-of-a-kind book . . . to read for yourself or give to a struggling friend or loved one without the fear that depression and suicidal thoughts will be minimized, medicalized or over-spiritualized.”—Kay Warren, cofounder of Saddleback Church What happens when loving Jesus doesn’t cure you of depression, anxiety, or suicidal thoughts? You might be crushed by shame over your mental illness, only to be told by well-meaning Christians to “choose joy” and “pray more.” So you beg God to take away the pain, but nothing eases the ache inside. As darkness lingers and color drains from your world, you’re left wondering if God has abandoned you. You just want a way out. But there’s hope. In I Love Jesus, But I Want to Die, Sarah J. Robinson offers a healthy, practical, and shame-free guide for Christians struggling with mental illness. With unflinching honesty, Sarah shares her story of battling depression and fighting to stay alive despite toxic theology that made her afraid to seek help outside the church. Pairing her own story with scriptural insights, mental health research, and simple practices, Sarah helps you reconnect with the God who is present in our deepest anguish and discover that you are worth everything it takes to get better. Beautifully written and full of hard-won wisdom, I Love Jesus, But I Want to Die offers a path toward a rich, hope-filled life in Christ, even when healing doesn’t look like what you expect.
The Antidote
Is our search for happiness futile? Or are we just going about it the wrong way? In this fascinating new book, Oliver Burkeman argues that 'positive thinking' and relentless optimism aren't the solution to the happiness dilemma, but part of the problem. And that there is, in fact, an alternative path to contentment and success that involves embracing the things we spend our lives trying to avoid - uncertainty, insecurity, pessimism and failure. Thought-provoking, counter-intuitive and ultimately uplifting, The Antidote is a celebration of the power of negative thinking.