GRIEF + HEALING + PET LOSS
The Grief in the Attic
Why my grief is packed tightly in a box in the attic of my mind
I sat with my eyes clenched shut and imagined a cardboard box sitting in front of me. Large enough to hold all the contents I wished to put into it, but not big enough that I would miss it if I went looking for it. With that visual in mind, I began…