Grief is visceral. It rips and tears at you from the inside, desperate to claw its way out. If you don’t keep a tight lid on it you could go insane focusing on it and nothing else. It can lead to a soul wrenching depression that threatens to shove you down and leave you for dead. But grief exists naturally in this world for a reason and a purpose. It reminds us that we are still alive, that no matter how horrible this life can be we do make connections that give us some relief, and some release. Grief is a universal truth that resists denial like the plague. It has to assuaged or it festers, am open sore that oozes out pain and anger. So much anger. It makes us lash out at others and at ourselves because it proves us as helpless as babies in the face of fate.
Grief is the best and worst of life tied up and twisted together until you can’t tell which one you’re left with. And when you think it’s over there is always another chance to indulge yourself in it. Because for better or for worse, that’s grief.
Sam
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