Into the Void: the Liberation of Becoming
I am writing from a place I have visited many times.
Although it feels as real as any landscape, it is not a physical space. I have encountered it after deaths, after heartbreaks, after periods of burnout so complete I could no longer imagine who I was becoming. It appears whenever something ends before the next thing has begun.
Perhaps you have been there too. The days blur together. Time becomes unreliable. The future shrinks. You answer fewer messages. You stare out windows. You forget what day it is. The person you were no longer fits, but the person you are becoming has not yet arrived.
There is a space between what was and what will be. Many spiritual traditions have names for it. Psychologists have theories about it. Mystics write poems about it. Grief workers encounter it so often that we learn to recognize its weather. I call it the void. Most people fear it.
It can feel like standing at the edge of an abyss. The familiar landmarks disappear. The stories we told about ourselves begin to unravel. The roles, identities, relationships, and certainties that once organized our lives no longer seem solid. And yet there is something strangely fertile about this territory.
The void is frightening because it resembles nothing. But it is also the place where anything becomes possible. What Keeps Us from the Void? In ordinary life, we spend a great deal of energy avoiding it. We fill our calendars. We scroll. We plan. We talk. We rush to construct meaning before the old meaning has fully dissolved. Anything to avoid sitting in uncertainty. Anything to avoid admitting that we do not know what comes next.
But grief has a way of escorting us there anyway. So does illness, aging, love. So does every ending that refuses to fit neatly into a story.
The dreamworld often speaks this language better than waking life does.A hallway that never ends. A familiar house with unfamiliar rooms. A doorway opening onto a landscape outside of time. Whether these dreams are spiritual messages, unconscious processes, or simply the mind reorganizing itself after loss, I cannot say. I only know that grief often feels less like an emotion and more like entering a different geography.
Does Anyone Want to Escape the Void? Some do. Others spend enough time there that they begin to recognize its contours. Caregivers. Hospice workers. Death doulas. People who have sat beside enough endings to understand that uncertainty is not a problem to solve, who have learned how to remain present when there are no answers.
When death enters our lives, the veil between certainty and mystery grows thin. Questions emerge that cannot be solved through productivity, logic, or planning. Who am I without this person? Who am I without this work? Who am I when the future I expected no longer exists?
The void does not answer these questions. It simply asks us to remain. What Happens in the Void? From the outside, not much. You may appear withdrawn, forget to return calls, find yourself standing in the grocery store staring at a shelf, unable to remember what you came for. Time stretches and contracts unpredictably.
The body does strange things. Breath, appetite, and sleep changes. The world becomes both sharper and more distant. Yet beneath the surface, something is happening.
A forest floor can look empty until you understand what is taking place underground. Beneath the leaf litter, roots are communicating. Fungi are exchanging nutrients. Seeds are waiting. Entire worlds are reorganizing themselves beyond the reach of sight.
The void may be similar. What feels like emptiness may actually be gestation. What feels like dissolution may be reorganization. What feels like death may be transformation taking place below the threshold of awareness.
Can We Live from the Void? Some of us have to. There are seasons when we move through the world carrying grief so close to the surface that we seem to inhabit two realities at once. We go to work. We buy groceries. We answer emails. And simultaneously we remain in conversation with something vast and invisible: the dead, the future, the mystery, the unanswered question.
This can feel isolating but it can also deepen our capacity to accompany others. Once you have spent time in the void, you begin to recognize it in other people. You see it in the exhausted caregiver. The newly widowed spouse. The person whose life has fallen apart and who has not yet discovered what comes next. You learn that your presence matters more than your explanations.
How Do We Come to Terms with It? By surrendering to it. By recognizing that emptiness and absence are not always the same thing. The void is not a punishment. It is not exile. It is not evidence that something has gone wrong. It is a natural part of transformation. A composting place. A gestational place. A place where old forms break down so that new forms can emerge.
Eventually, most of us return.Sometimes to a changed life, one shaped by what we encountered in the dark. And when we return, small things help. The warmth of a cup of tea. The smell of rain. The sound of birds outside the window. The hand of a beloved person. The taste of something bright and alive.The sight of the sky stretching above us. Simple reminders that we belong to a living world.
The Void is not the end. The void is the space before the next beginning, where certainty dissolves, identity loosens its grip and something larger than our plans quietly begins its work.
Most of us will visit it many times through grief, loss, love, transformation. And each time, if we stay long enough, we may discover the same thing: The void is not empty. It is full of becoming.
Michelle Carrera is a Puerto Rican writer, grief worker, death doula, and cultural witness exploring grief, ancestry, ecology, spirituality, and belonging in a changing world. Their work has appeared in various publications and can also be found through Grief and Liberation.
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