On grief, hiding and healing

When my dad died, I went into hiding. I barely had contact with the world outside: outside of the walls of our house, outside of our little family unit, outside of the boundaries drawn by my skin. The world became a foreign and intolerable place of little appeal.

‘But you always speak about how we were never meant to grieve alone, how community and connection is paramount in grief.’ I do. And I stand by that. But..