The Gut-Wrenching Feeling of Guilt that Sits with Grief.

Via Alex Myles
on Sep 22, 2015
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“I have some bad news, he died last night.”

Stunned silence. The softly spoken words just don’t sink in.

The world feels wrong today. Twisted, contorted, cruel. Yet the spinning of life continues.

Despair creeps in. Helplessness cuts through. I feel betrayed.

I don’t want this to be the end. Not like this. I need more hours, more years, more time.

I cannot respond to the caller. I drop the phone.

Numbness tiptoes into a darkness. It leaves behind a heavy and drowsy, bleak sensation.

It hits hard. There are no words.

My mind empties.

Only Why Now? resounds.

Bounces manically, uncontrollably from bone to bone.

Why. Why. Why.

No answers justify. Nothing makes sense.

Those repeated words penetrating every cell.

Leaving a trail of inner destruction.

Tears surface to allow overwhelming confusion to erupt. Spill and drop onto cold pale cheeks.

I frantically search for answers, not one arrives.

So I turn the questions to me and the blame eagerly jumps inwards.

“I should have…” “I could have….” “I wished I would have…”

The realisation hits me.

“Why didn’t I…”

“I wanted to say…”

I need the clock to turn back. To restart time.

Let’s go to the beginning. To last week or last month. I will do more. I promise. Give me one chance.

I will make that call. Travel. Hug. Talk. Be there. Damn it, I’ll be there.

I’ll do anything. And more.

There is nothing I wouldn’t do to fix this. I’ll try harder. I’ll find the time.

So, why didn’t I? Why?

I flicker through memories. I am soothed by thoughts. Calmed momentarily.

Then, reality strikes once more.

Never again will I have a chance. There will never be another opportunity.

I flip the hourglass. Watch each grain of sand fall through. I flip it again. Nothing works. Time cannot be undone.

No amount of anger or frustration can change this.

My body moves. Motionless.

I brush my hair. Stare at the mirror. Blank eyes look back.

This won’t go away. I can’t make things okay. Things will never be the same again.

Death visited and callously moved on. A tornado that caused havoc, then left behind silence.

All is now quiet.

All is now still.

Time and death have no care for me, now piecing together fragments of a life I once knew.

Suddenly I feel selfish. For thinking of myself, for feeling the chaos this treacherous ending has caused.

I feel guilty for weeping, for struggling to stand, for my trembling hands reaching to comfort those around me.

There are others who were closer than I. There are others whose shoulders are trying to be broad and brave while mine sink low.

There are others who were there while I was not.

I was absent, my life caught up and entangled with daily routines. So, I wasn’t there as often as I should have been. Could have been.

Death has no care for my woes as the pain consumes my soul.

It has already moved on and left me stranded.

Whilst grief offers regret, grief offers guilt.

Grief will destroy, if I allow it.

Grief, I’m taking your hand. I’m listening. Guide and help me through this.

I’ll walk with you. Talk with you. I’ll tell you everything.

I’m sorry. Listen to me. I’m sorry.

I feel the weight pinning me down.

Grief, don’t take me with you. I’ll take you with me. I’ll pay attention. Just allow me one moment to breathe.

I feel betrayed.

I am angry.

I am lost.

Grief, give me time. You and I are glued together. We have to somehow work this out.

I’ve lost time I cannot get back.

Now, please give me time to heal.

Take the burden of guilt you’ve thrown at me. And leave me the memories.


Leave the memories I have stored. They are all I need.



Moving Through Grief With an Open Heart.


Author: Alex Myles

Editor: Travis May

Photo: Flickr/Mitya Ku


About Alex Myles

Alex Myles is a qualified yoga and Tibetan meditation teacher, Reiki Master, spiritual coach and also the author of An Empath, a newly published book that explains various aspects of existing as a highly sensitive person. The book focuses on managing emotions, energy and relationships, particularly the toxic ones that many empaths are drawn into. Her greatest loves are books, poetry, writing and philosophy. She is a curious, inquisitive, deep thinking, intensely feeling, otherworldly intuitive being who lives for signs, synchronicities and serendipities. Inspired and influenced by Carl Jung, Nikola Tesla, Anaïs Nin and Paulo Coelho, she has a deep yearning to discover many of the answers that seem to have been hidden or forgotten in today’s world. To purchase Alex’s paperback book or ebook please click here or click here to connect with her on Facebook, or click here to join Alex’s Facebook group for empaths and highly sensitive people to connect.


3 Responses to “The Gut-Wrenching Feeling of Guilt that Sits with Grief.”

  1. viajero1914 says:

    powerful. hits the heart . thank you.

  2. Sherrie says:

    The timing is so uncanny I wonder if we both knew the same person who just passed on the 18th. But the words/experience is sadly no so unique.

    Rip Michaelton, may the sweet slumber of peace be yours as you travel home.

  3. Alex Rogers says:

    Thank you for taking time to leave your thoughts. Appreciated.

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