A year after Sam’s death I am writing again on a new blog…
Wherever there is loss there is grief – and grief is exhausting. It may be hidden grief – subconscious sadness, buried pain with little outward show – or a more obvious storm of weeping. Either way the emotional bruising has a huge and probably largely unexpected physical cost. How can I get out of bed and drag myself through another day? There is nothing I want to do, nothing for which I have any energy… I have lost my bearings and purpose and all is grey and pointless. It sounds just like depression – because it is: it is sadness with a reason. In fact in my case there are 3 reasons – a triple whammy.
The first ‘death’ was the ending of a season of work, blogging and ministry – a good ending, a clear finishing point, but still the loss of role and direction. A line was drawn at
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