A stripped-down, honest look at grief — from inside my own personal hell
February 18, 2009
By Mike Bodrogkozi
So here I am having another non-productive day, sitting in amidst my own lonesomeness, like a pig wallowing in its own shit. This has been my own personal hell as of late.
Like the champion prize fighter, I now feel defeated, broken and beaten for the first time in my life. Normally charismatic, and having a larger-than-life personality, I now feel weak and voiceless.