There are days I feel completely saturated in darkness, as though I cannot see even a glimpse of light. Everything is bleak. If there is goodness around me, even directly in front of me, it cannot be seen-I’ve been swallowed up in a caliginous cavern. Hope feels distant, intangible, obscured by a blackness so thick I can barely move. My world is dim.
Today is one of those days.
But…
I keep pressing forward longing for tomorrow to bring another inkling of light.
**Note: These feelings are a natural by-product of grief and should not illicit concern for my mental well-being.