Sucker Punched
It is wrong. This feeling. It's unfamiliar. It hurts. It comes unexpectedly at the oddest times.
Grief.
I am learning from it, I can handle it, but it is still birthing within me.
Do I want it to stop? Do I need it to stop? It does temporarily.
No one can speak the language of grief unless it has been experienced. It is like experiencing your first newborn baby.
Everyone has different feelings. Everything is new. The childless cannot quite comprehend the emotions, but they can try.
Some succeed, while others fail to realize your world is completely different.
It is odd that birth and death is so alike. I choose to live in real peace and sometimes artificial joy.
Not for me, but for my daughter.
Oh my God it hurts so bad.
Grief.
I am learning from it, I can handle it, but it is still birthing within me.
Do I want it to stop? Do I need it to stop? It does temporarily.
No one can speak the language of grief unless it has been experienced. It is like experiencing your first newborn baby.
Everyone has different feelings. Everything is new. The childless cannot quite comprehend the emotions, but they can try.
Some succeed, while others fail to realize your world is completely different.
It is odd that birth and death is so alike. I choose to live in real peace and sometimes artificial joy.
Not for me, but for my daughter.
Oh my God it hurts so bad.