This put words to a kind of grief I’ve felt. The slow, invisible kind that arrives before anything’s actually gone. The way you describe the world carrying on, unchanged and oblivious, while something inside you rearranges itself in silence… it’s so honest and so quietly devastating. I especially love the lines about carrying what mattered, both cleanly and messily, and the idea that you don’t have to make sense of it or turn it into wisdom right away. Thank you for giving permission to just feel it, without a timeline or an explanation. This felt like being seen.
This hits me where I am. Lots of crying at certain songs, certain memories that came out of nowhere, grief I thought I'd dealt with coming back raw and powerful. I really liked this. It spoke to where I am right now. Thank you,
This put words to a kind of grief I’ve felt. The slow, invisible kind that arrives before anything’s actually gone. The way you describe the world carrying on, unchanged and oblivious, while something inside you rearranges itself in silence… it’s so honest and so quietly devastating. I especially love the lines about carrying what mattered, both cleanly and messily, and the idea that you don’t have to make sense of it or turn it into wisdom right away. Thank you for giving permission to just feel it, without a timeline or an explanation. This felt like being seen.
This hits me where I am. Lots of crying at certain songs, certain memories that came out of nowhere, grief I thought I'd dealt with coming back raw and powerful. I really liked this. It spoke to where I am right now. Thank you,
Grief is tough.. in all forms but the one that comes into that “almost space” feels worse because it comes with chaos, anger and fear…