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tamnonlinear: matociquala posts about expectations of grief.
tamnonlinear: matociquala posts about expectations of grief.But the great Lie of American literature is the epiphantic healing, the moment of crisis and catharsis that leaves us shaken but again whole. And of course that never happens in real life--a broken sword, perhaps, can be forged anew (and given a new name) but a broken life cannot.
Those scars are with you always, and it is a cruelty and a lie to pretend otherwise. Amputated limbs do not spontaneously regrow themselves, and learned trauma responses do not vanish in the morning light or the light of a new love. No one can save you but yourself.
Once you have been broken that severely--by war, by fire, by abuse, by loss--you will never be whole again.
This is not a message of hopelessness.
This is a message of hope.