And all this while, I wasn't able to write. But I tried. Some half baked feelings, some unclear sentences and many many draft messages. Till I wrote those 2 lines. I don't even remember how I did, or when I did. It just came to me and I wrote it, cried for a bit and re read it a dozen times. It felt right. It felt right because that's how I felt. And since then, I have managed to re read those lines many times over...to write more, process the grief, let it out. Something, I guess, they also do in therapy. But I'll never know, I've got my writing. Part 3 of 3 #thingaboutgrief #grief #letter #therapy
