HOLY SH*T, THEY'RE GONE: Navigating the F*cking Aftermath of Loss Without the Bullsh*t - A Brass Knuckles Survival Guide for the Brutally Shattered

 

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HOLY SH*T, THEY’RE GONE

NAVIGATING THE F*CKING AFTERMATH OF LOSS WITHOUT THE BULLSH*T

A BRASS KNUCKLES SURVIVAL GUIDE FOR THE BRUTALLY SHATTERED

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THE BOOK GRIEF DOESN'T WANT YOU TO READ

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There’s a moment—a razor-thin slice of time—when the whole fucking world goes dark. When everything you thought you knew about yourself gets obliterated in one brutal, soul-crushing second. And you’re left standing there in the ruins, wondering if you’re even still breathing. Welcome to goddamn ground zero. Welcome to grief.

This isn’t some cutesy "How to Cope with Loss" pamphlet. This is a goddamn combat manual for surviving when the universe decides to rip your fucking heart out, slap you across the face, and leave you bleeding on the floor.

I’m Cassandra Crossno, and I’m here to show you exactly what it looks like when love gets murdered in cold blood. When it’s snatched from you in an instant. When everything you’ve ever known gets turned to dust, and all that’s left is you—barely holding it together, but still fighting like hell to keep your pulse steady.

Grief isn't a journey. It’s a goddamn nuclear winter. A cold, suffocating fog that clouds your mind, numbs your senses, and leaves you wondering how you can even make it through one more second. There are no rainbows at the end of this shitshow. There’s no “healing” fairy dust. There’s only survival. And sometimes, survival feels like dragging a goddamn battleship through quicksand.

This is not a love story. This is a war crime against everything you thought you understood about love. And you don’t get to choose how it goes down. The universe plays dirty, and you’re the collateral damage. There’s no way out of this, no escape hatch.

I get it. I’ve been there. Patrick—my anchor, my future, the only person who could look at me and see me—was taken from me. In a single split second, he was gone.

No warnings. No preparation. Just gone.

And now? I’m standing here, on the other side of hell, telling you exactly what this shit feels like. And I’ll be goddamned if I’m going to sit here and tell you some bullshit about “getting through it.”

• I won’t romanticize your pain.
• I won’t tell you it’s “okay.” It’s not. It’ll never be okay.
• Grief doesn’t have stages. It has ambushes. Just when you think you’re starting to breathe, it’ll knock you on your ass again.
• Healing isn’t linear. It’s a goddamn guerrilla war. It’s ugly. It’s chaotic. Some days, you don’t even know if you’ll make it through the next minute.
• And some days? Just getting through the day is a fucking victory.

The Unwritten Manual

Rule #1: There are no rules.

Rule #2: Forget Rule #1.

A FINAL WARNING:

Enter at your own risk.

What you find here might save your fucking soul. Or it might destroy what’s left of the person you used to be. Either way, you’re going to come out of this a different person.

This is what they won’t tell you:

• Some days, you’ll hate everyone who’s still breathing.
• Some days, you’ll hate yourself for still breathing.
• Grief will turn you into a goddamn stranger to yourself. You won’t even recognize the person you’re becoming.
• There’s no “getting over it.” There’s only learning to carry the weight of a broken world.
• Your heart doesn’t “heal.” It learns to fight with its fucking scars.

You think this is about “healing”? Nah. This is about surviving. It’s about figuring out how to live when the universe rips your heart out and laughs in your face as you try to put the pieces back together.

And survival? It looks nothing like what you’ve been told. It’s messy as hell. It’s brutal. It’s the ugliest fucking thing you’ll ever go through. It’s like staring down the barrel of a gun and deciding to pull the fucking trigger anyway. Every day is a goddamn fight. And if you think it’s going to get easier, I’ve got news for you: It won’t. But you’ll get stronger. You’ll get tougher. And you’ll learn to fight back.

You think you know pain? Hold the fuck on. This isn’t about healing. This isn’t about fixing anything. This is about radical fucking honesty. It’s about standing in the complete destruction of everything you thought you knew and deciding—sometimes moment by moment—that you’re going to breathe anyway.

Your pain is real. Your rage is real. Your complete and utter “what the fuck am I supposed to do now?” Yeah, that’s real too. And you don’t have to apologize for it. You’re not crazy. You’re not broken. You’re just surviving the only way you know how—by fighting for every goddamn breath. There’s no map. There’s just you, the wreckage, and the cold, hard truth: the only way out is through.

This is about taking the wreckage of who you were and learning how to walk through the world, changed, but still breathing. And if you can handle that? If you’re ready to face this truth with no bullshit? Then maybe, just maybe, you’ll come out the other side even stronger than you ever thought possible.

So if you’re ready for the real shit, you're in the right fucking place. This is where the truth gets ugly. This is where it gets messy. But if you’re ready to face it, you’ll never look at grief the same way again.

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HOLY SH*T, THEY'RE GONE: Navigating the F*cking Aftermath of Loss Without the Bullsh*t - A Brass Knuckles Survival Guide for the Brutally Shattered

 

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HOLY SH*T, THEY’RE GONE

Navigating the F*cking Aftermath of Loss Without the Bullsh*t

A Brass Knuckles Survival Guide for the Brutally Shattered

WARNING: This Book Will Blow Your Fucking Life Apart (And You’ll Thank It For It.)

If you're looking for gentle affirmations and step-by-step guides to inner peace, turn back now. This isn’t that kind of book. This is for the ones whose hearts have been ripped out, stomped on, and left to rot in the goddamn gutter. The ones ready to scream, "Enough is enough!"

Forget everything you think you know about grief.

Grief isn’t soft. It isn’t poetic. It doesn’t give a single shit about your schedule, your responsibilities, or the world demanding that you “get over it.” It doesn’t come in tidy, predictable stages. It doesn’t respect the platitudes people love to throw at you like cheap band-aids over a bullet hole.

Grief is an ambush. A fucking demolition. A grenade lobbed straight into the center of your life, leaving you standing in the wreckage with nothing but the echo of your person's absence.

And while the world expects you to be sad, they also expect you to be quiet. They expect you to cry, but not too much. To be devastated, but in a way that makes them comfortable. To mourn, but never to rage.

Fuck that.

Drawing from her own devastating loss, Crossno exposes the dark side of grief no one wants to talk about: the all-consuming rage, the guilt that eats you alive, the bone-deep weariness, the moments when you just want to burn it all down.

This isn’t about closure—it’s about survival. It’s about arming yourself for a battle you never wanted, about embracing the messy, brutal, un-goddamn-apologetic reality of grief and giving the world hell for what you’ve had to live through.

The world wants you to move on. They think they have any goddamn clue what you’re going through.

They. Are. Wrong.

It’s time to stop apologizing for your pain and start weaponizing it.

It’s time to stop crawling through the wreckage and RISE—not as the ghost of who you were, but as the goddamn apex predator grief created.

HOLY SH*T, THEY’RE GONE is an arsenal for surviving the aftermath when grief has left you for dead. It’s your battle plan, your manifesto, and your damn-fucking-glorious revenge.

This isn’t just a book—it’s a goddamn revolution.

Stop just surviving the shitstorm. Become the fucking storm.

It’s your pain, your story, your rebellion, and you hold the match.

HOLY SH*T, THEY'RE GONE isn’t a gentle whisper of encouragement; it’s a primal scream echoing from the depths of unimaginable loss. It’s a defiant middle finger to the universe for daring to steal your light. It’s a brass-knuckled guide to navigating the wreckage when grief has left you for dead.

Crossno doesn’t offer comfort—she offers transformation. She doesn’t preach self-care—she demands self-preservation. She doesn’t promise healing—she promises a way to keep fucking fighting for your life—even when you don’t know what it’s worth anymore.

Your person may be gone, but you’re still here. And that means their story isn’t over. It lives on through your choices, your actions, your refusal to let grief win.

You are more than your loss. You are more powerful than your pain. And you’re not going to let anyone—not even the universe itself—tell you otherwise.

HOLY SH*T, THEY’RE GONE isn’t just a book—it’s a fucking reckoning.

Step into the fire. Find your strength in the ashes.

And become the unstoppable force you were always meant to be.

Here’s what’s at stake:

✔ Your sanity.

✔ Your future.

✔ Your right to be something more than a walking goddamn ghost.

This isn’t your grandma’s grief guide—it’s a tactical manual for navigating a world that’s turned against you.

This isn’t about polite healing. It’s about arming yourself with the raw, untamed truth and carving a path through the wreckage with a goddamn vengeance.

What's inside this literary grenade?

- Why the Five Stages of Grief Are a Fucking Lie – Shatter the pre-packaged bullshit and embrace the unpredictable, messy, and intensely personal landscape of your grief.

- Rewire Your Shattered Soul – Stop trying to fix what's broken and build a magnificent, terrifying new existence from the ruins of your old one.

- Their Legacy – Your Fire – Turn your person’s memory into an unstoppable force that reshapes the world and sets a legacy in motion.

- The Neuroscience of Your Broken Brain – Understand the physiological chaos raging inside your skull, validate your “crazy,” and command your damaged neural pathways.

- Your Inalienable Rights as a Griever – To rage. To break. To defy every expectation society places on your pain.

Unleash Your Inner Rage

No more holding back. This is your permission slip to scream, to rage, to tear the roof off this goddamn world with the white-hot fury that burns within you.

Transform Your Wound into a Weapon

Your love story didn’t end with death. It simply changed its form. Learn how to carry your person's memory with you not as a burden, but as fuel—fuel for your fight, your purpose, your unwavering determination to reshape this world in their name.

Expose the Grief Grifters

Unmask the "experts" peddling bullshit timelines, the platitude pushers trying to shame your emotions, and the clueless bystanders who’ve never known real fucking loss.

For those ready to rage against the dying light, to fight for every breath, every moment, every goddamn piece of their stolen future—this book is your weapon.

Grief is a demolition of your heart, your mind, your entire fucking existence.

And everyone wants you to believe you should be neatly piecing yourself back together while you’re still bleeding out on the battlefield of your own goddamn life.

But be warned: This isn’t for the faint of heart.

This is for the magnificently broken, the gloriously flawed, the fierce-as-fuck souls who are ready to take on the world—one defiant heartbeat at a time.

Crossno knows. She’s stood in the burning wreckage, tasted the ash of loss, and emerged with a message that’ll shatter every misconception you’ve ever heard about grief:

It’s not about healing. It’s about survival.

It’s about embracing the chaos, finding strength in the pain, and telling the universe to go fuck itself with every breath you take.

The world tried to bury you.

Now, let’s show them what happens when you rise from the dead.

It’s going to hurt like a motherfucker. But you won’t be alone.

And I swear to God, you won’t be silenced.

Are you ready to rise from the ashes and become a goddamn force to be reckoned with?

Then let’s begin.

Because your person may be gone, but their love?

It’s about to shake the fucking earth.

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