Having come through my first long stretch of (situational) depression, I have to say I much prefer every flavor of grief I have ever experienced. Ironic, given the energy I put into denial and fear of sitting with the sorrow of multiple losses.
But the shape-shifting nature of my grief felt more like a cave to be explored than the too-weighted blanket of sad that just wouldn’t budge.
Still much to learn; still more spelunking to do. Always. At least now I’ve learned to pack more light and less fear
Having come through my first long stretch of (situational) depression, I have to say I much prefer every flavor of grief I have ever experienced. Ironic, given the energy I put into denial and fear of sitting with the sorrow of multiple losses.
But the shape-shifting nature of my grief felt more like a cave to be explored than the too-weighted blanket of sad that just wouldn’t budge.
Still much to learn; still more spelunking to do. Always. At least now I’ve learned to pack more light and less fear
You have such a marvelous way with metaphor... thank you Laura! <3
Thank you for these thoughts and the links you provided for deeper dives.
Thank you for reading!