I feel like a big elephant is sitting on my chest. I want to cry, and scream and explode in anger at this life, this world. What makes this pain subside, What? It will never go away as long as I breathe, but if it would just subside. I can't get this agony to let up; I try, I work hard at it, but it rears its ugly head every time I think I'm making some progress. Right now, I don't want to function, I don't want to be human, I don't want to be productive, I don't want to do anything; I want my son, I want him here, with me, in this time and place. I want MY son.
Rule your mind or it will rule you." — Horace What a powerful thought when applied to grieving. It made me think... When grieving, one must rule their mind, or grief will rule. Grief is sadistic and insidious. Grief cares not for the heart. Grief is selfish. Grief smothers your breath, steals your joy, eclipses your soul. Grief is powerful. Grief will hijack your thoughts and take you down a treacherous path of haunting memories and lost dreams. Grief is a part of you, never separated, never disentangled. Grief must be trained and controlled. Grief must be guided, cultivated, refined, embraced, loved, accepted, respected, & held. mwlambeth © 2021
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