A grief observed torrent

A classic work on grief , A Grief Observed is C. A Grief Observed is a collection of C. Lewis's reflections on the experience of bereavement following the death of his wife, Joy Davidman, in The book was first published in under the pseudonym N. Clerk, as Lewis wished to avoid identification as the author. Are there really five stages of grief?

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It appears your browser does not have it turned on. It is entitled as if C. Lewis is looking at grief removed from himself, which anyone in grief can attest to, is extremely difficult. Grief—like depression—becomes who we are, not something we are going through. As we step in and out of that person in grief, as Lewis does, all that we know and have trusted becomes fragile.

The topic of unbeing is so frequently coupled with a question of meaning: If we become nothing, what matters? Meanwhile, where is God? This is one of the most disquieting symptoms. When you are happy, so happy that you have no sense of needing Him, so happy that you are tempted to feel His claims upon up as an interruption, if you remember yourself and turn to Him with gratitude and praise, you will be—or so it feels—welcomed with open arms.

I sat alone in the living room wondering what to do. Shuffling around, waiting for shock to give way, waiting for any kind of structured feeling to emerge from the organizational fakery of my days.

I felt hung-empty. To assign grief to death alone is to ignore that the imagined loss of something—especially oneself—can be as painful as real loss.

Work and conversation make that impossible. I hear a clock strike and some quality it always had before has gone out of the sound.