Grief: Making Sense of Crazy
Life After Loss: Does Grief Go Through Stages?
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This is the second post on moving through loss and grief.
When our lives and brain have fallen to pieces following loss, we can feel so alone. Read on to understand your experiences of grief, to make sense of the unthinkable.
Hi friends,
I once bought a book about grief, which I didn’t open for four years. It sat taunting me from the shelf. ‘What do they know about this?’ I’d rage, anger burning in my chest whenever it caught my eye. Or, I’d shrink in shame: it was probably all my fault anyway. These books were for normal people, with normal grief and normal feelings, not for crazy me.
When grief crashed through my body and soul once again, when my third baby Holly died, I was stronger and braver. After counselling training I had built enough resilience to open the book at least; and if it was full of shit, I could handle it.