Wishing for an 'On and Off Switch' for My Grief
I wish there was an “on and off switch” for grief. Perhaps, a master switch to simply shut it all down. If not, I would like to simply short-circuit it when the triggers hit.
Grief is rude, it’s impolite.
Grief is not convenient.
Grief has no manners.
Grief is like a bull in a china shop.
Grief is brash.
Grief is brazen and impertinent.
Grief is cruel.
Grief is vindictive.
Grief is malevolent.
Grief does not respect boundaries.
Grief does not comprehend its surroundings.
Grief is ill-natured.
Grief has no remorse.
Grief is a thief.
Grief is a destroyer.
Grief is spiteful.
Grief is unsightly.
Grief is unkind.
Grief in rancorous.
Grief is untimely.
Grief is an enemy and its best friend is death.
“The tragedy of life is not death but what we let die inside of us while we live.” ― Norman Cousins
Yes, I would very much like to have a switch I could flip.
But grief cannot…will not…be controlled. It appears on the scene when I least expect it, unapologetically. It does not care if I am driving somewhere in the midst of traffic; it does not care if I’m standing in line in a crowded store; it does not care if I’m sitting in a restaurant attempting to enjoy a meal with friends; it does not care if I’m trying to worship God in a Church. It creeps in, or outright hits me over the head with a baseball bat. It whispers in my ear, or screams over a megaphone. It can be an irritating fly I want to swat, or a roaring lion looking to devour me. I hate grief! I wait patiently for it to be destroyed.
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