Grief fees like acid pumping through your veins. It steals your air and leaves you gasping to hold on.
It shatters your heart over and over again.
It circles around and trips over itself, over and over again.
It’s a messy beast that prowls around your heart. You can’t know when it will pounce, but it always does.
Grief feels like fear. Before I lost my son, I had no idea it could feel like that.
Grief feels like love that is lost. Orphaned. It has forever lost its’ home.
Grief is aching arms and silent graves.
It walks with you everywhere you go. At first it drags you helplessly. Later, you learn to walk beside it, but you can never walk away from it. It will always find you.
Grief doesn’t end. “Stages” are a lie. A process has an end, so it can’t be that.
Grief is a hurricane of pain, with periods of a numb kind of calm before the winds pick up again.
Acceptance is a fairy tale place. It will never be ok. It will only be reality that you sometimes see but always hate.
Grief keeps your mind from going crazy. It keeps your heart from becoming catatonic.
Grief is the only way you can survive the pain.
– Christi Brown