“It’s not easy to manage these feelings. Losing a person takes a toll on your body. I don’t think I’d be able to manage this pain fluently. I mean, it’s like I’m getting stabbed by a thousand knives at the same time. I felt so powerless,” Gwen’s feet were weak and her body trembled.
I could relate to her. I felt the same way when I learnt about my parents’ death. At that moment, I thought that my body was paralysed by some form of ailment that couldn’t be deciphered.
“It’s the cruellest form of mental torture. You can never really grow from this, but life goes on. You have to push yourself to live further,” suggested Petra. “This is the only way that we humans have to overcome the pain. Grieving non-stop for the dead wouldn’t bring them back to life. However, it may push us to them.”
