True, in my society. I've always been fairly good/healthy at mourning, handling grief and sorrow. In past few years of homelessness, mourning loss of home, rentals, my good life before, and all inclusive things in life becomes impossible to actually grieve. No place or time to cry, stomp my feet, etc. Grief must wait, as I move on to survive each hour, day and night. Mercy.
It can be so hard when you can’t find the space to grieve in the way you need. What can you do to help take care of yourself?