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Sunday, March 20, 2022

"No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.

At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in. It is so uninteresting."

"And no one ever told me about the laziness of grief. Except at my job--where the machine seems to run on much as usual--I loathe the slightest effort. Not only writing but even reading a letter is too much. Even shaving. What does it matter now whether my cheek is rough or smooth? They say an unhappy man wants distractions--something to take him out of himself. Only as a dog-tired man wants an extra blanket on a cold night; he'd rather lie there shivering than get up and find one. It's easy to see why the lonely become untidy, finally dirty and disgusting." -- C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

Why did I not re-read this two years ago? Perhaps it was that tired man wanting a blanket thing. 

I have passed those early stages of it, and have been doing better in many ways. But the truth is that it's not just my daughter that I'm grieving for. And there are setbacks. 

Saturday, March 19, 2022

"It is all right to wallow in one's journal; it is a way of getting rid of self-pity and self-indulgence and self-centeredness. What we work out in our journals we don't take out on family and friends."

-- Madeleine L'Engle

Yes, a journal is normally private. But I do it here. Why make my journal public? I don't know, completely. Somehow it just helps. Somehow it makes me feel better. Perhaps because I don't have a living human in my life to actually talk to. This is almost like having someone, and if I wallow and complain, well, whoever reads it is reading it of their own choice, and so I don't feel like I'm inflicting it on them.

And also, and not least importantly, I have some small hope that what I write may be of some help to someone else who may be experiencing, or processing having experienced, some similar grief and heartache.