The grief takes my breath away, so fast, so hard, it feels like my lungs stop, like maybe there will not be another breath, ever again. It passes for a moment, and then hits again, sometimes not as hard, sometimes harder, always again and again, relentless, until grief has had its way and left me weak, helpless, unsure.
The words will not escape my lips. There is no air for them. Sometimes it feels as though there will never be any more words, or breath. how can someone talk, speak, or even breathe with this terrible pain of unrelenting grief hanging around their neck? The questions recur, for which there are no answers.
The words should come, there should be answers, right?
Finally almighty exhaustion washes over words and air, and there is no choice but to collapse, or recover.
Omg, I wish I had something to say to help..but I don’t. 😰😠I know too well the heartache. Just try one breath. Live for one second; then one second more and so on. I couldn’t think past the next 5 minutes. I still struggle and on those days/moments it is still one minute at a time. I love you both and pray for strength and peace.
ReplyDeleteThis was written during a very terrible morning. It felt like I could not breathe, or even speak - a horrible feeling! Thank you so much for the empathy and the prayers.
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