I have spent the better part of the last two weeks inside of a deep, dark hole.
It would appear that in order to grieve, I need to stop, be very still and let emotions come.
If I go out of the house, I immediately pull on the "I'm ok" face - which is actually code for "I feel supremely vulnerable" -- and then the steel door comes down between me and my emotions.
I am afraid that this is not a good long-term solution ... and I am not sure what will work in its place. However, it is where I have needed to be -- for as long as I could.
Today, tomorrow and on and on until I finish, I will be packing and preparing for my departure.
There may be time for a little more wallowing ... or not ... but the backlog of grief is not something I want to face again. So, I hope that I can learn to give myself space for this pain.
Holding it in is not an option ... and pretending to be "OKAY" isn't either.
But for now, I am trying to rain down compassion on myself -- whatever I need right now is all I can do.