Intense grief is an impossibility: there is no “making it better.” Words of intended comfort just grate. “Help” from other people feels like an intrusion. Attempts at connection or understanding come across as clueless or rude. Everyone has an opinion as to how you should be grieving and how you can make this better for yourself. Platitudes about coming through this “even stronger” and admonishments to “remember the good times” feel like a slap in the face.
