Morning Musings about Grief

I woke up this morning in a panic.
For some reason, all the books I read my junior year of highschool--the Inklings--seemed to be billowing before me, threatening to crash themselves into my head all at once.

Must...read...Williams again...
Must...read...

Well, I must read them all again actually.

It has been a terrifying morning. Books are so insistent, you know? And they won't go away.

But in response to what I posted below, and in response to Williams' Descent into Hell, I wonder,

Is it possible to grieve on someone's behalf, as it is possible to carry their fear (not their pain, notice, but their fear)?
I hear of people with a calling to intercessory prayer for the children of the world, for their plight. Those people grieve, a terrible good.

How is grief for another different from our grief for ourselves? Because surely, we should not deny ourselves they joy that comes from entering fully into our own pain. Nobody can die for us. As Anna says, "I will do it myself. Nobody will do it for me."

But Someone died on our behalf, and we are called to the same road, are we not?

Help, please.