The Crushing Guilt of “Grieving Wrong”

Note: if you haven’t read Part 1: The First Days of Grief, you might want to start there. We flew to New York the morning after the funeral. For me, the hardest part of grieving has been the crushing guilt of always feeling like I’m somehow grieving the wrong way. Some days, I drown myselfContinue reading “The Crushing Guilt of “Grieving Wrong””