"Grief is a sign that we loved something more than ourselves."
Joan Chittister
Grief: Keen mental suffering or distress over affliction or loss; sharp sorrow; painful regret.
For me?
Grief is that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that's there when you go to sleep and is still there when you wake.
It's tears streaming down your face as you do the dishes , walk to the post office or eat breakfast.
It's not being able to say what you want to say.
It's wishing you were elsewhere; not being comfortable anywhere.
It is clutching at the memories.
It is violent mood swings.
It is crying in the darkness; in the shower; in the supermarket.
It is long walks to nowhere in particular.
It is confusion, the inability to concentrate.
It is not knowing who you are.
It is obsession.
It is control.
It is overwhelming.
It is consuming.
It is guilt when you forget even for just a moment.
It is crashing waves and pouring rain.
It is never ending.
It is impossible to reason.
For me?
Grief is that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that's there when you go to sleep and is still there when you wake.
It's tears streaming down your face as you do the dishes , walk to the post office or eat breakfast.
It's not being able to say what you want to say.
It's wishing you were elsewhere; not being comfortable anywhere.
It is clutching at the memories.
It is violent mood swings.
It is crying in the darkness; in the shower; in the supermarket.
It is long walks to nowhere in particular.
It is confusion, the inability to concentrate.
It is not knowing who you are.
It is obsession.
It is control.
It is overwhelming.
It is consuming.
It is guilt when you forget even for just a moment.
It is crashing waves and pouring rain.
It is never ending.
It is impossible to reason.
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