How do we give ourselves permission to grieve?
Even when we are better for the loss? Even when what we lost was wrong to covet in the first place? Even when we feel guilty? Even when what we’ve lost is intangible? Even when no one else could name our loss? Even when we’re alone in our loss? Even when our experience of grief seems so puny compared to others? Even when we’ve watched people be destroyed by not having a chance to grieve?
How do we let it be ok? How do we learn to be with it? How do we name it? How do we accept it?
What do we say?