That feeling of when your world ends and nothings stops ! I haven’t experienced it in the same situation of course, but when my dad was dying I couldn’t wrap my head around the world still continuing when our world had come grinding to a halt.
And towards the end of your first paragraph you highlight beautifully how we haven’t made space for this. In this thing we call life. We haven’t made space for the rawness and reality of our human lived experience. No one can hold the space for it (generally speaking) so we have had to learn to adapt and compartmentalise it so as not to make anyone else feel uncomfortable with the horror of our own lived experience.
Beautifully written, I was gripped throughout. I too have the squabbling voices, they can be a right pain at times 😆 Thank you for writing ✍️
That feeling of when your world ends and nothings stops ! I haven’t experienced it in the same situation of course, but when my dad was dying I couldn’t wrap my head around the world still continuing when our world had come grinding to a halt.
And towards the end of your first paragraph you highlight beautifully how we haven’t made space for this. In this thing we call life. We haven’t made space for the rawness and reality of our human lived experience. No one can hold the space for it (generally speaking) so we have had to learn to adapt and compartmentalise it so as not to make anyone else feel uncomfortable with the horror of our own lived experience.