Talking About My Grief To People Daily Just Reminds Me How I Will Never Have Them In My Life. Its Not

Talking about my grief to people daily just reminds me how I will never have them in my life. It’s not healing. It’s a repeated agonizing pain.

People want me to be joyous and celebrate life. They think that grief has an expiration date. If they truly understood the devastation of grief they wouldn’t be pushing me to celebrating life.

I live in a world that wants to tell me that I should be “over it” by now.

“That’s the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it’s impossible to ever see the end. The fog is like a cage without a key.”

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

Funerals are not for the dead; they’re for the living.

“I take great care of myself by carefully shutting myself away.”

— Vincent Van Gogh