When we experience the loss of a loved one, our life as we once knew it ceases to be. We as we once were no longer exists and grief has entered our entire being…we are in the Wildlands.
A desolate place, a strange place, an unwelcome place. A place full of turbulent emotions and dead ends. A place you never ever wanted to be. This is the Wildlands, this is grief.
This journey will take you through:
The lightning bolt of shock
The mountains of hopelessness
The valleys of sorrow
The forest of oblivion
The storm clouds of anguish
The boulders of confusion
The oceans of sadness
The cliff tops of longing
The pit of despair
The bog of inertia
The river of tears
The abyss of pain and suffering
The sleeplessness of the moon
The journey through the wildlands takes as long as it needs to take but can feel never ending. It feels like the worst place to be and all you want to do is escape from the misery and pain of where you find yourself.
The Wildlands is a part of the grieving process, but it’s not your destination.
It won’t be forever. One day a glimmer of sun will peek out from the mountains, and the river of tears will slow its course and you will make a new map for yourself.