I think that grief is like recovering from an addiction. I've never had to do that but I imagine it is something like this. I physically crave your touch, your scent and the sound of your voice. Without it I feel crazy, disoriented, unfocused and deeply depressed. Just when I think I'm on the path to recovery there's a trigger (sometimes one I can't identify) and I crash. Again.
I'm having withdraw symptoms. Everything is harder. I'm depressed. I'm angry. I'm remorseful. I'm broken. I'm manic. I'm overcompensating. I'm lying. I'm searching everywhere for a cure, a magic trick that while rocket me from where I am to being completely free of my craving, my need for you.
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