Tag: Grief
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On Identity and Grief: I Am Not One Thing
Who wants to read from every chapter in a very jumbled and random book? It’s then that I realize: there it is again, that very complicated grief. The only person who’d want to read that book would be…
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Joie De Vivre
It feels… suspicious… to be this consistently, blazingly happy. I have done nothing to earn it. I certainly don’t deserve it. It feels as if I caught happiness like an illness, that it should only be mine for a little while, a jubilant delirium as transient as a butterfly. I keep expecting its flight, a return to normalcy, and yet… I seem to have found my new normal in joy.
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On Complicated, Angry Grief
Grief groups don’t really cover complicated relationships full of unmet expectations. When my mother died, I went to a group full of sobbing people who dearly loved their departed. We were instructed to bring in cherished tokens that reminded us of our lost ones. I struggled to find even one, since my mother had a […]