A lot of people like to sleep under a weighted blanket. These blankets are supposedly designed to provide a more restful sleep by helping to relieve stress and anxiety. Personally, I feel like I am smothering when I’m under a heavy blanket. The weight of it makes me feel trapped and panicky so I don’t find them comforting at all.
Grief to me feels a lot like that weighted blanket. It’s heavy and it smothers me. I want to throw it off and breathe; but I can’t. It’s just sitting there, pressing down, and keeping me from moving. My heart is full of sadness and sometimes it’s just unbearable. I realize I need to find a place for my grief so it doesn’t overwhelm me, but I’m struggling.
Other people who have experienced loss and grief have assured me that time will help to heal my broken heart and I cling to that, but I’m not there yet. Another older friend told me that the amount of tears I shed for the loved one I lost is just the right amount for me. I’m not done with the tears yet either.
So, in the meantime, I continue to go about each day, pray and try to understand how God can use me in this time of sorrow. I know without a doubt that I am loved and that I am not alone. He’s walking with me in the valley and I just need to look up for the strength only He can provide.
Blessings, Cindy J
Footprints of Hope 