“I see you there, suffering alone… You who are grieving losses… too complex or unbecoming to speak aloud. Blessed are you dear one. Searching for someone to understand, see your wounds… Blessed are you because your loneliness speaks a deep truth: you were never meant to do this alone.”
- Kate C Bowler, from The Lives We Actually Have
I’ve been thinking a lot about grief lately, and how isolating it can be. About what it’s like when your grief doesn’t look like everyone else’s; when its cause is unseen, its pain unspoken. It can feel like that leaves you invisible too.
“Blessed are you dear one. Searching for someone to understand, see your wounds…”