Holden on grief

“Those times when you are crying yourself to sleep night after night as though it will only get worse, and you wake up with swollen eyes, your body sunken with the weight of the world keeping you from surfacing, telling you it would have been better if you never woke up at all.

Then the few nights afterwards when you realise that this too shall pass, and you sleep with hope and wake up with zest in your heart. But on random nights, you find yourself sinking back, deeper, into the emotional abyss where you swim in heart-wrenching nostalgia for the longest moment.”