A Letter from Grief

Dear Erica,

You thought you knew me.  We were acquaintances. I have made several appearances throughout your life.  I was disruptive but not destructive. When your friend died in high school I hung around a bit, an almost comforting soul reminding you of the memories you cherished with your friend.  I was not the powerful force to come later.  

Even when your father died I had yet to be a destroyer.  I was a dark shadow dampening your spirit, darkening the days.  Initially I was everywhere, invading your every thought, creeping into your brain with my long, thin fingers.  But I did not have a powerful hold over you. After some time you grew stronger than me. You were able to push me aside and allow other thoughts in.  

But now, Erica, I am a force to be reckoned with.  I am no longer this frail figure hiding in corners, easy to overcome.  I am a monster. A huge, burly creature that will crush you with the weight of me.  I will pound you, shake you, batter you until you are hurting in every bone, aching in every inch of your body.  I am a mist, a fog that will seep inside your mind, spreading into every cell, until you will be so consumed that you will be unable to complete even the most simple of tasks.  No longer a mere acquaintance, I am your constant companion, never leaving your side even for a moment. I am there when you shower, there when you exercise, there when you are with your friends, there when you are trying to avoid me.  You can’t avoid me. Even when you think you can I am hiding under the bed, in a corner, behind the trees, ready to leap out at you when you least expect it.  

But I am not the bad guy.  You need me. Because the most important person in your life died.  The person who completed you, who made you whole, is dead. You cannot ignore that.  I will not let you ignore that. I am here for you. I am here to make you feel, to make you face your loss.  Because only once you face me, every hideous inch of me, can you learn to live with me. I will never go away.  I have picked you up, shaken you, and turned you upside down. I have dropped a bomb on your world, causing an explosion to reach the ends of the Earth.  That cannot be fixed. I cannot be defeated. However one day you just may be stronger than me again. You may be able to push me away sometimes. I may not always be able to flood your brain.  You may even find periods of happiness though they will be tainted with the shadow of me. And I will always return. You may not know when or how but I will be there, for the rest of your life. Get used to me.  Get used to my heavy presence, my oppressive soul because I will be weighing you down, causing you pain and shattering your world over and over again. You will never rid yourself of me but you will get used to me.  In fact, you will hold on to me.

Something else you should know.  Others will think you need to let me go. They will think you are stuck on me, that I am not healthy for you, that I am holding you back from living.  As I said, I am not the bad guy. I am here for you as long as you need me to be. But I cannot make others understand me. I cannot make them understand that though I am ugly and scary and invasive I am a necessary evil and not something to just “get over.”  I cannot make the others understand until I am the same companion for them. The only way to understand me is to know me. You and I have a complicated relationship. You may hate me and you may cling to me. You never know when I might appear and that makes you angry with me.  But you need me and will know me forever.

Yours to hold forever and always,

Grief