Even stranger, I discovered, is that I wasn’t strange, at all. Despite the warnings that grief would drag me through the prescribed five stages and discard me in a darker place, bereavement researchers have recently learned that we’ve been wrong about loss for centuries. For some, grief is a dull and unrelenting ache that fades–or doesn’t. But for many of us, grief is something else. Grief is resilience.
Words that are keeping me going through a pretty bleak week. There a three paths of grief, and the easiest one has a surprising beginning.
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