It is becoming apparent that there are so many levels to grief. I am not talking about the stages of grief that counselors describe: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. I am referring to the personal layers that seem to be unearthed as I walk day by day in my sorrow.
While my mind is constantly racing with various aspects of my loss, new issues of frustration, sadness, regret, confusion, and disappointment emerge. One minute I may be wrestling with a specific issue that winds up revealing yet another layer of grief that had not been considered.
This peeling of layers makes me feel extremely raw, as if more and more of my wound is being exposed. I guess the wound must be bare if it is to heal well.