08/08/2025
When you are grieving,
every single day is different.
Not just in how it feels,
But in how you exist inside of it.
Some days, you wake
and for a moment, you forget.
There’s a breath,
a blink,
a second of lightness,
before the wave returns.
Other days,
the weight greets you first,
before the sun,
before your thoughts,
before anything else.
And it is heavy.
Grief is not a straight road.
There is no map.
There is no right pace.
It moves like water,
still one moment,
crashing the next.
One day,
you may laugh at a memory
and feel warmth rise like spring.
The next,
a single sound,
a scent,
a place,
might break you all over again.
And that’s okay.
You are not failing.
You are not lost.
You are learning how to carry love
in a world that feels emptier without them.
Healing does not mean forgetting.
Moving forward does not mean moving on.
Grief becomes part of you,
a quiet companion,
a second skin.
It teaches you how to walk with absence.
How to speak with silence.
How to live beside the ache,
without letting it define you.
You are not who you were.
But you are still here.
And you are becoming.
Not better. Not worse.
Just becoming.
Breath by breath.
Step by step.
Moment by moment.
This is your path.
And every step,
even the hardest ones,
are part of the way forward.
~ 'Grief: Every Day is Different' ❤️
