I am pinned. Every square inch of my body is flush with the mat. There is no letting up with my opponent, it is steadfast in it’s pressure. Any visual entreaty on my part to let up a little is met with a numbing stare. Its mind penetrates mine and I am helpless in deflecting the thoughts and emotions of suicide, depression, unfathomable hurt and a lethargy that would defy any sedative to compete.

My opponent is Grief.