Pushed away: Salt (I)

It runs with the vitality turned down very low, holding grief out of awareness at a cost that shows up as flatness rather than as sadness, and the flatness extends to appetite, motivation and any sense that the days are going somewhere; where a clinical label attaches here, it names a shape and not a diagnosis. A thoroughly demoralising household gave it more to mourn than could be mourned alone and nobody to mourn it with, and grief that is never let through does not disperse, it settles. What it asks for is the presence of one other person while some of it is finally let through, which for most people means somebody trained to sit with it.

I get through the day. I couldn't tell you what any of it is for.

It echoes Inanna in the underworld, hung on a hook and left, whose way back began when two small creatures were sent down to sit with her and echo her sorrow back to her, one sound at a time. The form implies a task: to let somebody come down.