“Suddenly remembering that even your breakability is valuable because it connects you to the brokenness of others”
I can’t write authentically about anything other than early bereavement right now. Except maybe compound bereavement, complex bereavement, working as a therapist while you are actively bereaved. After your toes have been curled around the edge of the abyss watching several loved ones slowly slowly fall into it every single day for a year or two.
How you think, but you have thought before, that it has stopped – that the dying has paused – and that maybe the universe will offer you a decade or two to catch your breath before you again lose someone who is part of your psychological and logistical infrastructure – but what if it doesn’t pause (it already hasn’t before) and what if it keeps going – and swallows someone else up, or you?
What if lightening strikes repeatedly in the same spot? What if freak events, school shootings, car accidents, house fires, drug…
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