this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
Grief is what pisses all over your parade. Grief is tiring; it’s putting a shitload of energy into something that used to take no energy at all.
It was the loss I refused to believe I would ever actually have to lose.
Grieving feels like being tangled up, suffocating, choking on your own emotions. It feels like a wave, a tsunami of unknown and uncertain. It feels like falling through space with nothing familiar to land on.
By traditional standards, I would be considered beautiful.
Always remember it’s okay to feel a lot of things. Just make sure to never forget to live your life even when you don’t want to. Because that’s what he’d want for you.
Knowing anger allowed me to appreciate peace; knowing sadness allowed me to appreciate happiness; knowing disbelief allowed me to appreciate the present; and knowing death allowed me to appreciate life.
I’ve learned that missing someone is just the beginning of grief. I’ve learned that comfort comes in varying shades, but none of it will ever make me feel complete again.
Normal is not an option anymore.
And unfortunately, there is no “quick fix” or “30-day program” to getting over the death of a loved one. Some scars never heal.