The story of Grief and Hope

A story about grief. How beautiful, vulnerable and healing it can be if you acknowledge it and give it the space it needs within yourself.

A story about hope, softness and love. The space that offers security to make healing possible.

Are you afraid of your sadness?

Once upon a time there was a small woman, who walked along a dusty field road. She was already quite old but her gait was light and her laughter had the fresh shine of a carefree girl.

She stood still by a cringed, cowering creature and looked down. She couldn't recognize much. The creature that sat there, in the dust on the road, seemed almost without form. It reminded her of a grey blanket with human shapes.

She bent down and asked "Who are you?" Two almost lifeless and tired eyes looked up to her. "Me? I am Grief," whispered a stammering voice, so soft that she could hardly hear it. "Oh, Grief! ", the little woman shouted happily as if greeting an old acquaintance.

"You know me?", Grief asked suspiciously. "Of course I know you. Again and again you have accompanied me along my way". "Yes, but, stuttered Grief...why don't you flee from me?" "Why should I flee from you, my sweetheart? You know all too well that you are catching up with every refugee. But what I wanted to ask you, why do you look so depressed?" "I... I am sad," replied the grey figure with a broken voice.

The little old woman sat down next to her. "So you're sad," she said, nodding her head understandingly. "Tell me what's so depressing for you." Grief sighed deeply. Would anyone really listen this time? She had wished for that so many times.

"Ah, you know, she started cautiously, it's like this: No one likes me. It is my destiny to go among the people and stay with them for a while. But when I come, they are startled. They are afraid of me and avoid me like the plague." Grief swallowed hard. "They've invented proverbs that they want to banish me with. They say, "Ah, life is a big party." And their false laughter leads to stomach cramps and breathlessness. They say "Annoyance is what makes you hard". And then they get heartaches. They say "You just have to hold yourself together", and they feel the stretching in the shoulders and back. They say that only weaklings cry. And the pent-up tears almost make their heads jump apart. They numb themselves with alcohol or drugs so that they don't have to feel me." "

Oh yes, confirmed the woman, I have met such people before! Grief collapsed even further. "And all that I want is to help them. If I am very close to them, they can meet themselves. I help them build a nest where they can take care of their wounds. Those who are sad have a very thin skin. The suffering breaks open again like a poorly healed wound and that hurts. Only those who allow Grief and cry all their unwept tears can truly heal their wounds. But people don't want me to help them at all. Instead, they put a shrill smile over their scars, or they put a thick armor over their bitterness."

Grief was silent. Her crying was weak at first, then stronger and finally very desperate. The little old woman took this collapsed creature comfortingly in her arms. How warm and soft she feels, she thought and gently caressed the trembling body.

"Cry, Sadness, she whispered lovingly, rest so that you can rejuvenate, from now on you will no longer be alone. I will guide you so that depression is no longer in power." Grief stopped crying. She sat up and looked at her new companion in amazement. "But..... but.. who are you?"

"Me?", the little old woman asked grinning, but then she laughed carefree again like a young girl. "I am Hope."


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