Grief is such a weird emotion. It underlies everything I do. I can’t say hello to the checkout person at the grocery store without knowing that it’s there.

And then sometimes it comes in waves, huge sweeping waves that just wash over me until I feel like I might drown in it if I don’t scream. I never do and it passes anyway.

Yesterday, I said about journaling that maybe it always reveals something, but if the writer can’t handle the pain, maybe it’s not the right time. I was talking about clients, but for me, writing is sometimes a spiral downward into depths I don’t want to reach. Sometimes it’s just easier to not be thinking.