I came up with this analogy the other day.
Grief is like walking across an emotional minefield. At the start you want to run across the field but every step you take seems to detonate a mine. The explosions bring you to your knees and leave you devastated for days. In time, you learn to slow down and start walking more cautiously. You begin to see a pattern as to where the mines are laid and you manage to avoid stepping on some of them. You still step on the odd one but it doesn’t bring you to your knees, as it used to. Your experience has made you more resilient so, now the explosions just stop you in your tracks for a few minutes and then you find you can continue your journey. There is no end to the minefield; you just learn to live with the effects of the occasional explosion.
Does this make sense to anyone or am I losing it?
