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I think the new stage of grief I have reached is most akin to depression. Overwhelming, uncontrollable waves of sadness wash over me and I don't know who to talk to who would have the patience to walk through it with me and actually listen rather than just instruct. Last night I felt a friend gave me permission to not be ok after just 6 weeks, which was helpful after the "You're not over it yet?" Comment I was given last week. I wish this process was shorter but I trust that God has a purpose of refining me through it. Doesn't make it suck less, but it's a good perspective to cling to.