"No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being scared. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.
At other times it feels like being mildly drunk or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in. It is so uninteresting. Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another and not to me."
C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
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"Suffering without catharsis is nothing but wasted pain."
Elizabeth Gilbert
