Nobody knows to warn of the pain of sorrow sans distraction. So many unseen transitions, so much heartache over new brokenness seen, so many old freedoms lost, so many new things scrutinized. There is no Netflix to drown out new pain. No hours of mindless Facebook. No soulless t.v. to swallow the hurt.
It's healthier, I know, to just sit in the pain. It's healthier to feel on deeper levels than I've felt in a long time. Mind and emotions working overtime with nothing to distract. It's healthier this way. It forces one to FEEL. It forces one to self-examine. It forces one to think of Job's faithfulness when stability crumbled. It forces one to pray.