Thursday, September 22, 2016

Grief is like . . .

Grief is like a colostomy bag.

It's this thing you carry with you, tucked away, hidden.

Ever present on your mind, distracting, demanding.

People who know about it don't talk about it out of politeness.

People you've just met get uncomfortable if you mention it, so you learn not to.

You can't blame them for not wanting to hear about your shit.