Good Grief 59

The accumulating stress took its toll yesterday and so I postponed travelling to today. There has been so much to sort and family tensions are thinly suppressed. I thought I would feel better but had a wretched night, feeling unsafe in my own bed and very real dreaming of intruders, suffocation and panic. Pretty grim all round.

It is a strange fascination that we have the one word 'grief' as we do for so many things, like 'love' too. One word is so inadequate and the confines of our language are staggering. Each grief, each love, is it's own, and wildly different from any other.