Grief is love - losing the most important person in your life.
Is anger at the rest of the world.
Is bitterness aimed at those you feel are a waste of space.
Is rage - feeling that you want to hit out at everything.
Is control - taking charge of those feelings of rage.
Is pain, pain in your heart which is now broken.
Is an aching in your body which feels like it's been battered.
Is feeling frozen through to the marrow in your bones.
Is looking in the mirror at a face set in wax.
Is having lost all the joy in your life.
Is not being able to enjoy life fully.
Is no longer an emotion but a way of life.
Is still love - more love for your child than you ever thought possible.
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