Moving From the Rollercoaster to the Teeter-totter
Riding a rollercoaster is a
lot of fun. But not for hours every day, and not if we didn’t want to go but
wanted to stay curled up in a dark, still room.
Admittedly, in the early days
and weeks of grief we don’t have a choice of rides. Grief takes us where it
wants to go. It also tears through our hearts like a heavy-hoofed bison. We
can’t stop the thoughts of grief from churning in our heads 24 hours a day, and
we’re worn out by the effort to make sense of what will probably never make
sense.
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