Thaler, wow — thank you for writing this. This is such a powerful way to explore grief. After the death of my mother, followed swiftly by some other losses which combined to blow my life apart, I couldn’t bear platitudinous solicitation, no matter how well meant. I read lines from Cheryl Strayed’s book over and over again because her grief and fury was the only thing I could relate to. I could find a strange sort of comfort in reading about her grief because it was so raw and real. I can still relate to her words “that most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be.” Some things can never be ok and we have to learn to live with that reality — as Cheryl Strayed puts it to learn to live in the obliterated place that’s now our world, where everything we used to be is simultaneously erased and omnipresent.