07/21/2025
Grief for the living, the dying and the dead. This describes it perfectly.💔 😪
Grief reshapes you in ways even the closest friends can’t always see. One day, you might show up with what looks like strength, answering calls, making jokes, doing your best impression of ‘okay.’ The next, the smallest thing, an empty chair, a song, a scent, can knock the breath from your lungs.
And it confuses people. They start to think you're unpredictable, inconsistent, maybe even unfair, offering comfort to one person but withdrawing from another, showing up for one event but skipping the next. They don’t see the quiet math behind every choice, what little energy you had, what emotional toll you could afford, what it cost just to get out of bed.
It’s not hypocrisy. It’s survival. When you’re grieving, you’re not living by double standards, you’re living without a map, trying to carry a weight that changes shape every day. And sometimes, it’s not that you don’t care. It’s that you simply can’t.
And the truth is, it doesn’t resolve quickly. Grief takes years, YEARS, and even after two, everything can still feel tangled and raw. The calendar moves on, but your heart doesn’t always follow. You find yourself still stumbling, still suddenly overwhelmed, still wondering when the world will feel solid under your feet again. And it doesn’t just change you, it ripples through the whole family, shifting dynamics in ways no one expected. Unspoken tension, distance, roles that used to make sense now fractured by loss.
Sometimes, in the fog of your own pain, you become less attuned to the feelings of others, not because you’re selfish, but because your system is overloaded. The emotional bandwidth shrinks. You miss cues, you forget to ask, you pull away when someone else needed closeness. It can look like neglect, like disinterest, even like coldness. But it’s not the same as cruelty or abuse. It’s not rooted in harm, it’s rooted in exhaustion.
But slowly, gently, the weight begins to shift. The days don’t always get easier, but you get stronger. And though healing doesn’t mean forgetting, one day you’ll find yourself breathing a little deeper, laughing without guilt, reaching out without fear. Not because the grief is gone, but because you’ve learned how to carry it with grace.
Writer: Grieving Healing
Artist: Unknown
Source: https://ie.pinterest.com/pin/20618110781565323/
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