Some grief is so deep, so scary, and so dark that we dare not go near it.
Living through and learning to breathe on the other side of intense mourning, requires that you cling to each shallow breath as it gives way to deeper and deeper breaths.
Eventually, it becomes less painful to breathe.
Eventually walking outside to a world and its people in total oblivion to your pain becomes less horrible and alien feeling.
But for those who are in it, time moves slowly, reality feels distorted, and your ability to relate to the world around you is challenging.
It’s been 15 years since my brother died. Grief ached through my body in ways that made it difficult to move, think, or breathe.
Getting to the other side of intense mourning is hard work, and it was some of the most challenging work I’ve ever done.