Grief to me now, is like a roller coaster ride. It is harder to get up and function on those days. Then the coaster takes the long plunge, spiraling downward, into the depths. Life is bleak and I struggle against the feeling of falling, angry because I am feeling down again. Anxiety envelopes me and a tightness squeezes my heart.
Breathing is difficult.
But in my heart, I know the hills and valleys will come again. This time I'll be ready and stronger. Someday, I may even learn to like riding the roller coaster. I think we need to remember that each one of us experiences grief in our way. What happens to me, won't necessarily happen to you.