(good) grief

a visual poem and illustration of the relationship between shame, grief and fear through the lens of chronic illness (CW: disability/illness)

I wrote this poem back in October. I’d been sick for a few years (still am), and it came out of a therapy session after reflecting on some of the insidious ways these feelings spill into my subconscious thinking. I am writing this reflection in January, three months later, not on the other side but with a wider point of view.