Maeror

Grief is such an interesting thing.
It manifests itself in so many ways.

And just when you think you've moved on and things are getting back to normal again, something happens - you see something, hear something, or a random memory pops into your head - and you're right back there at the beginning of it all.

Sometimes you break down into inconsolable tears.

Other times you laugh at memories until your abs hurt.

Sometimes you take solace in the rain.

Other times you decide just to take a drive and be apart of nature again.

Sometimes you find time to listen to other people's grief.

Other times you find time to write about your own.

And slowly, very slowly sometimes, the grief begins to lift yet one more time.

There is not telling when any given grief cycle has come to an end. In some ways I don't know that the cycle ever truly ends. More I believe that we learn more and more how to make the cycle last longer so as to not repeat it so often.

In the moment of our grief, there are often many other's to share the load of the grief with. With time it seems to isolate you and make you feel as though you are the only one left with pain or sorrow inside, though you are never truly on your own. Because if we're all alone in our grief, we're all together in it too (P.s. I Love You).

Grief can be debilitating; it can be empowering. It can hold you back; it can propel you forward.

And in beautiful anomaly, you determine how your grief determines you.

Goodnight, dear void.