Holy Sh*t They're Gone

<p><strong>So life just fucking punched you in the face huh?</strong> <br><br>You didn't ask for this. You didn't want this. One minute you're living your damn life thinking you had your shit together and the next-<strong>BOOM</strong>-the person who mattered most is gone and suddenly you're staring down the barrel of a world that makes no fucking sense. <br><br><strong>Grief didn't knock on your door-it BLEW it off its fucking hinges</strong> dragged you out kicking and screaming set your whole goddamn world on fire and pissed on the ashes for good measure. <br><br><strong>It's a damn FISTFIGHT with the universe.</strong> <br><br>It will <strong>tear you apart</strong> in ways you didn't think were even possible. <br><br>And when you think you've hit rock bottom that sadistic bastard will hand you a shovel and say:<br><strong>Keep digging asshole.</strong> <br><br><strong>Your person is gone.</strong><br>Nothing-<strong>NOTHING</strong>-will ever be the same. And yet the world has the audacity to expect you to carry on like your soul hasn't just been <strong>decimated.</strong> <br><br>Everyone keeps saying the same goddamn shit:<br><strong>• They're in a better place.</strong><br><strong>• Time heals all wounds.</strong><br><strong>• God doesn't give you more than you can handle.</strong> <br><br><strong>You're ready to grab them by the throat and scream:</strong><br><strong>WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU KIDDING?</strong> <br><br>What you need is someone who <strong>gets it</strong>-a fellow <strong>survivor</strong> who knows exactly what it's like to scream into the void break down in the grocery store and somehow-<strong>some-fucking-how</strong>-keep moving forward. <br><br><strong>Holy Sh*t They're Gone</strong><br><strong>IS NOT</strong> your average grief book. <br><br><strong>It's not some unicorns-and-rainbows blow-sunshine-up-your-ass hug-it-out grief book.</strong> <br><br><strong>This is your call to arms.</strong> It's a <strong>survival guide</strong> for the broken the pissed off and the utterly wrecked who are DONE pretending to be strong for everyone else's comfort. <br><br><strong>No coddling. No sugarcoating.</strong> <br><br>It's here to sit with you in the shit pour you a stiff drink and say:<br><strong>Yeah it's fucked. But you're still here. So what are we going to do about it?</strong> <br><br>Packed with more <strong>profanity</strong> than a biker bar on payday <strong>dark-as-hell humor</strong> and the kind of <strong>truth</strong> most people won't even dare whisper this is for the grieving <strong>badass</strong> who's <strong>done pretending everything's fine.</strong><br><strong>It's not fine. It's hell.</strong> <br><br><strong>This isn't about finding peace or letting go.</strong> <br><br>It's about <strong>surviving the chaos</strong> screaming when you need to laughing when it's inappropriate and <strong>fighting for your life</strong>-even when you don't know what the hell it's worth anymore. <br><br><strong>You've lost someone you can't live without.</strong><br><strong>Now it's time to figure out how to live anyway.</strong> <br><br><strong>Strap in.</strong><br>It's going to hurt like hell-but you'll survive. Because you <strong>have to</strong>.<br>You're still breathing and as much as that feels like a goddamn betrayal it means there's a <strong>path forward.</strong> <br><br><strong>They're gone. The world's never going to be the same.</strong><br>But you?<br><strong>You're still here.</strong><br>And you've got some <strong>fucking living</strong> to do. <br><br>This book will be right there with you every messy rage-filled ugly step of the way.<br><strong>It's not going to fix you. But it might just save you.</strong> <br><br><strong>You ready?</strong><br><strong>Good. Let's fucking go.</strong></p>