Today I’m feeling the glitter of grief, and then feeling guilt for feeling grief. Not just guilt, though. There’s shame mixed in as well.
I should’ve known better.
I can never make it right with or for them.
I wounded myself in the process. Isn’t that worth grieving too?
How I wish I’d never…
I needed a shoulder to steady myself and reached out to my sponsor. He encouraged me to stay in the grief, don’t just move around or past it.
“The inconvenient thing about grief is that you can’t get it all out in one sitting.”
So true. But I can sit in it for a while, today.
I need to feel the sorrow. It can be my teacher.
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