I never imagined how wonderful and yet how hard healing would be.
You see, I've been very sick and mostly confined to bed for seven years and only recently have begun to experience tastes of "normal" life. While I now feel joy at sometimes being able to enjoy a short outing, walk outside, read, and visit friends, I am simultaneously sometimes feeling sad because I'm more acutely aware of what I've missed out on for seven years and continue to miss out on a majority of the time.
I used to think grief was a word reserved for only feeling sadness over the death of a loved one. But grief is a response to all sorts of suffering, and it is what I am sometimes feeling.
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