My teenage daughter ran away eight months ago and I do not know if she is alive and the not-knowing is eating me alive more than grief would.
More people experience this than they realize.
The liminal space between hope and despair becomes its own form of suffering, more corrosive than either pole alone.
“Where Are You with New meaning after loss — Frankl applied to grief?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.