Grief is absolutely exhausting.
People usually think that references mental exhaustion, which is also accurate.
I’m talking about physical exhaustion. I’m talking about the muscles that contract when trying to hold in tears.
The abs you develop trying stop the tears once they start to flow because you’re so fucking tired of uncontrollable crying.
The way your hands hurt after the steering wheel took a beating from them.
The way your legs hurt trying to rock yourself to sleep.
The pre-panic attack chest pains.
The clinched fists during the panic attack.
The post-panic attack headache.
The heavy eyes after a long night.
The red dry nose and burning throat.
The shallow indentions from the death grip on the scissors that brings you back momentarily.
The shooting jaw pain from grinding your teeth.
The raw skin from nervous scratching.
The body takes a beating just like the mind and heart. For months on end, building stamina but somehow still sore.
Grief is exhausting.
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