The paradox of being alive

This was first published on our website. If you prefer to read it there, here you go. There are moments that last days that all I want to do is avoid what’s moving through my body. The tears behind my eyes want to make their way out, but I keep trying to reason with them and make them them make sense. They don’t. They just want to flow. But my heart hurts, and I feel raw. I feel stripped of any protective armor and an indescribable grief takes over me. The grief of losing an undefined someone...