I am not sure how to describe the annoyance that comes with people’s suggestions that I get more busy, get a job, volunteer, that if I had more on my plate my grief would not be so bad…would be easier to move through, would not consume my mind. What people do not know is that I am consumed by the trauma that I am currently processing at all times. When I was in OTA school I dated and when things went wrong I made a column in my notes section as my mom instructed me, to write my thoughts as they came. Well let me tell you, it was very…