Grief is not just an emotion—it’s an unraveling, a space where something once lived but is now gone. It carves through you, leaving a hollow ache where love once resided. In the beginning, it feels unbearable, like a wound that will never close. But over time, the raw edges begin to mend. The pain softens, but the imprint remains—a quiet reminder o
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Channelling my energy into school work, I carried my grief around like a grenade. The fury went inwards and eventually subsided. It takes perhaps ten years for grief to lose its raw edge.
Miranda France • The Writing School
Death in the Family, in which a woman deep in mourning thinks: