Grief is
Grief in fragments. Heavy, choking, angry, silent. From the middle of it.
Grief is slow
Grief is heavy
Grief is consuming
Grief is empty
Grief is choking
Grief is that tightness in your chest
Grief is the stones in your shoes
Grief is being trapped behind a screen
Grief is anger
Grief is sadness
Grief is lonely
Grief is being surrounded by people
Grief is silence
Grief is standing still whilst an hour disappears
Grief is making small sighs when there are no words
Grief is crying in the shower
Grief is rage
Grief is envy
Grief is being lost in your own home
“Grief, when it comes, is nothing like we expect it to be.” - Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking
