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.
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.
I feel seen. Thank you, Amber.
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Beautifully written, I was gripped throughout. I too have the squabbling voices, they can be a right pain at times 😆 Thank you for writing ✍️
Thank you. I appreciate the encouragement. And I am delighted to learn I am not the only one with squabbling voices!
Squabbling voices indeed 😆 There’s certainly a good and bad character in there, then a couple of others that chime in from time to time!
Oh I love playing that game of “whose voice is it anyway?!”
Whose voice is it anyway 😆