"How do we bear that which is unbearable? How do we suffer that which is insufferable? How do we endure that which is unendurable? Early grief feels wild, primitive, nonlinear, crazed. It commands our assent and our attention; it uses up all the oxygen in the room; it erupts unpredictably. Our minds replay grief-related content in habitual cycles. It feels inescapable and lasts much longer than other people, the non-bereaved, think it should. Like an open, bleeding wound, it begs our tending.
'I am here' grief says 'Be careful with me. Stop. Pause. Stay with me".
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