Grief feels like a punch. It takes my breath away, my sight, my sanity... It's an unimaginable pain that never ceases.
I was told that there are different kinds of grief. I've basically experienced three kinds: for those who have lost their lives, for those who have left my life and erased me from theirs, and for the loss of something I held dear.
The first grief cuts you open. It tears you into pieces until you find the strength to rebuild and put all the pieces together.
The second grief, that one kills you a bit every single day. A message you don't get. A hug that'll never be given again. Until you try to see some empty future ahead of you.
The last leaves you in the middle of nowhere. Lost without direction, purpose...
When grief strikes, there's no light. No spark. There's just deep darkness. I go down into a spiral of demeaning thoughts that might drive into insanity.
Grief is a sequence of punches that may kill me someday.
