It is easy to want it to end. Harder to accept it, harder to sit with it.
It sits so heavy on the heart. You would think it was a stone, but it's more like water. Water that seeps down into the ache and brings the tears up through your heart, through your throat and through your eyes.
It is a recognition of loss, an appreciation for what you had, a sorrow that isn't easily healed, grief.
For me it is most intense when I've lost someone I love. Especially if it seems so needless, so pointless, so empty. But some things aren't easily healed and so I sit with grief and try to feel it without it collapsing around me.
