There are books aplenty about grief and loss and how to process. Essays upon essays that muse on feelings and actions and how to navigate
grief doesn’t merely sit. it resides, it burrows, nests, settles in, envelopes. heavy, weighted, ever-present, suffocating my lightness of being that it has replaced.
there are still days that I don’t care that “why” will never be answered. i still ask it. of you. of the universe. of my
You know…. I have spent the last week or so trying to figure out why I’m so “weepy”. Meaning, quick to have tears just sitting
There was a day when you were not there, and then, all of a sudden, you were. I looked at you and I was overwhelmed
They rest inside me, deeply, persistent in their demands for release. Monsters of thoughts and emotions that are dark with the density they possess. The