A Grief Observed: grief feels like suspense

I think I am beginning to understand why grief feels like suspense. It comes from the frustration of so many impulses that had become habitual. Thought after thought, feeling after feeling, action after action, had H. for their object. Now their target is gone. I keep on through habit fitting an arrow to the string, then I remember and have to lay the bow down. So many roads lead thought to H. I set out on one of them. But not there's an impassable frontierpost across it. So many roads once; now so many culs de sac.
- p. 47 A Grief Observed by C. S. Lewis

Happiness and Grief

I haven't read whole of the original article at the Newsweek, but this sounds quite interesting and relevant. Most of all though, I can empathise with those who said:

Rather than "listening to Prozac," they want to listen to their hearts, not have them chemically silenced.

Because that's how I feel too.

(HT: ThinkChristian and TitusOneNine)

Grief as what it is (even for Christians)

Hugh Begbie shares:

Grief is like living with a profound absence, a shadow that lurks at every corner. At times it has felt like a physical pain.

It was a moving story he shared, and I could identified with his emotions more than I actually wanted to... well, I won't share my story here, but just let me say that I am most helped and comforted by what he shared there.

Go and read it here.