Hidden Grief
The ‘shameful’ thoughts the bereaved are reluctant to disclose
6 min readJan 24, 2020
Soon after my dad died in 2004, I came to the logical conclusion that I was evil. I told my new boyfriend about it in a jokey manner, my go-to approach for serious yet scary conversations.
“I’m about 80% evil. Just thought you should know…” I casually mentioned while using a Bic pen to draw a doodle on his hand…
