Grief is like being tender to the touch. Like every inch of our bodies, inside and out, has been harshly scratched with sandpaper.
Like being more raw and exposed than ever before and still forced out into the world messy, broken, shattered and confused. Forced to fake smiles and hold strength we don’t have. Forced to tuck away our truths and our knowing because they are dark and make the world uncomfortable.
Grief is like being stripped naked and stuck in the middle of a crowded space. No one knows whether to look away or look closer. No one knows whether to stay silent or speak up. No one knows your purpose or your path. No one understands and not many put in the effort to try.
Grief is like being a constant blend of contradictory things. Things that shouldn’t go together, but now do. Things that don’t make sense together, but yet there they are steady as a pair.
Grief is like the biggest and boldest transformation that you fiercely didn’t want. It changes the very composition of your being while also changing every single aspect of your life from relationships to simple daily activities.
Grief is loss and pain and devastation.
Grief is a life forever changed, lives forever changed.
Grief is complicated.
Grief is a million things all compiled together.
A million little things mixed with a million big things, all attached to you, forever.
