There is a strange freedom in grief, a recognition that you are not the one in charge.
David Whyte wrote about grief not as a problem to solve but as a form of attention. He was reckoning with the deaths of close friends and the dissolution of a marriage, losses that forced him to stop managing his life and simply witness it. That loss of control, which we usually fear, is what he found clarifying. When you lose someone or something that mattered, you stop pretending the world runs on your schedule.
Reflection
Grief often reveals what we were depending on without realizing it. What specific person, role, or routine have you lost that showed you how much of your sense of safety was built around it?