Subtle Grief

Notes on the small ways that illness changes me.

Grief can be a torrent, an all consuming current that unmoors us from our lives, from ourselves, from each other. It is the overwhelming scream of what could have been, of futures that spiral away from us, visible, yet intangible. A loss, an absence, a deterioration, a demolition. It can be violent, a ripping within the chest, a hoarse throat run ragged…