“Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.”
~Edna St. Vincent Millay
We all experience grief and loss. Some of us more than others. There is no escaping its grip.
The longer we live, the more we lose.
The grief of losing a thing, and the fear of losing it,are equal.”~Seneca
In trying to comfort others, or share our grief experience, we get stuck in the sphere of emotion and physical sensation. How do we speak about grief?
We turn to metaphor and imagery.
A black hole. A sinking ship. A shredded heart. Time stands still. Grief eats like acid.
Sometimes, grief can be described in the same way as love.
“Grief is like the ocean…
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