Grief is uncomfortable. Grief is brutal and beautiful all at once. I have become a reluctant student of grief. Perhaps not the grief we are most familiar with. This is a particular sort, sometimes known as “Ambiguous” grief – experienced when you lose a loved one, just not to death. Maybe it was betrayal, divorce, illness, addiction, or an accident. Either way, the person you knew and loved hasn’t died, they just aren’t the same person anymore. What you loved about them is gone, yet they remain. This is a kind of grief that has changed how I see love. How I see the future AND the past. Ambiguous grief is torture. I know that many people reading today won’t ever experience this kind of grief – and I’m glad for you.
You don’t want this.
For those that have, or are walking this path, I hope the collection of research, musings, heartbreak, and my own attempt to rise from the fire-burning-hell-on-earth life I’ve been living will help you, or someone that you know. My hope is that this space will serve a community working toward healing their grief by offering experiences from many voices and resources. I hope it will help you begin to heal and know that you too, CAN rise up rooted.