A very unlikely article on Lifehacker caught my attention the other day:
The Things Nobody Tells You About Grief
I've never really lost someone very close to me to death. The one time it did happen, I was too young to really feel it. But grief can arise from a lot of other reasons.
The article gives some good pointers about what to expect and what you can do for people who are experiencing grief, for whatever reason. Interesting enough read.
But what caught a lot of people's attention, and mine:
"To finish, the biggest fallacy statement that gets bounced around is 'time heals'. You learn to live with it. One of the worst pressures was thinking that by a certain date, I should be healed. Time lessens the sting; but for the griever, it’s almost a prison sentence without parole. There is no light at the end of the tunnel. You just have to get up each morning and hope something gives you a glimmer that gets you through the day."
How many times have I been told that "time heals"?
No. It doesn't. You just eventually learn to tolerate it, numb yourself and live with it. I'm not sure I've numbed myself enough.
But on the other hand, this is what drives my faith......
Perhaps the risks I'm taking are not big enough either. Without wrecking havoc and causing chaos, I take risks, and try to move in the direction that I need/want to go. I don't know if I'll ever be successful. Maybe, in the end, I'll still be left with nothing. But, I'm trying. For what it's worth.
The only way to heal is to get to the end of the story.

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