I Never Found Comfort Reading Someone Else's Grief ... I Had to Write My Own

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I was answering comments on my story tonight. The story is about grief, pain ... loss of my son. Someone commented to me that others might find comfort in my words ... others who have experienced loss of a child. If someone does find any comfort in what I have ever written, I would be so glad. It's not easy to find comfort anywhere ... when you are in the throes of grief. I answered back, never thinking about my comment until I stopped typing ... how true my words were. I sat ... thought more in depth about what I had just written ... that was exactly what I felt. I wrote back, "I never found comfort reading someone else's grief ... I had to write my own words." It's true ... no matter where I looked online ... I found I couldn't join other people's grief groups, and such. No comfort there for me. I read some of their stories, poems ... I couldn't get any kind of relief, comfort to help the pain, grief I was in. I am a loner ... I don't sit, talk to share my deepest feelings with anyone. I write ... As I wrote my grief, pain .. I found the more I wrote ... my words became my life savers/preservers ... I went from one word to the next ... each word saved my life. I would have surely died if I had ... had to live with such pain, grief inside this one body ... with no release. If you ever suffer grief, pain ... and you can't find any comfort reading others' words ... maybe you might want to think of writing your own words to find comfort. For me, it was what I had to do ... I have been writing continuously for five years ... and I still have to write my own words.