There are many similiarities in the way people deal with grief, but overwhelmingly, grief is a very individual experience. Lately I have heard many people asking for advice on how to process their grief or indeed how to go on living with the seemingly unbearable pain of loss. Many are often wanting reassurance that what they are feeling is normal. They want to know if and how it changes. They sometimes want to know strategies on how to move forward. They want to know if there is a timeframe. They want to know how it is they will ever feel joy again. These answers will always vary.
Here is how my grief has looked and will continue to look. It may be similiar to others. It may be completely different. What it does highlight is that it is disorganised, untimely, sometimes static and sometimes everchanging….but it can only ever be yours.
Grief to me
It is screaming so hard that you thought you might die or wish that you could.
It is that stabbing pain at the sudden intrusion to your daily walk
It is avoiding certain people
It is going to certain people
It is avoiding certain places
It is going to certain places
It is smiling at a past memory
It is gasping for air at a past memory
It is throwing things in anger
It is crying tears of joy for the happiness you see in your childrens eyes
It is heartache in the pit of your stomach camoflaged by a smile
It is snide remarks about others that you say only to yourself
It is picking up those around you
It is being picked up
It is rejoicing in a new life
It is fear
It is a gazillion cups of tea
It is hating some songs
It is loving more deeply
It is surprising yourself with laughter
It is holding a little bit tighter
It is forgiving more quickly
It is holding a grudge
It is walking at night not caring if you are safe
It is dreading a certain day, a time and a season
It is feeling joy like you never thought you would
It is hoping
It is all consuming
It is unending
It is a sole source of inspiration
It is mine



















