A Different Kind Of Grief

This is so different from Sharon’s death

Took me awhile to recognize what it is

Not the gut wrenching, unending pain

Not the huge crescendo of feelings

Like a wave crashing on rocks

It is more insidious, like erosion of my soul

Just feeling off and vaguely unhappy

No identifiable problem, nothing to name as wrong

It’s hard to deal with something so ephemeral and indirect

Takes the form of self-criticism, as I can see nothing else to explain my sad, blaming feelings, except some fault of mine.

That helps to identify what is wrong and now I can continue to work through the loss.  The feelings get so disconnected from the event it is hard to bring them together.

Good luck with yours