It can be deafening.
Sometimes it’s a choice.
Have you ever been so consumed with your thoughts that you can’t think straight?
Have you ever been weighed down so badly by the weight of hurt and grief that it’s difficult to pick yourself up?
Have you ever been surrounded by people yet had the overwhelming feeling that you are all alone?
Have you ever, although knowing you should maybe reach out to someone, isolated yourself because you feel no one could/would possibly understand?
Have you ever decided not to attend an event, family function, or an invite for the sole reason that you just don’t have the energy to pretend?
Have you ever (painfully) smiled your way through an obligation, all the while choking back tears?
This is a snapshot, a small glimpse, of what it’s like when you’re in the midst of a battle with grief.
No pretending today.
No positive quotes or sayings. No poems or song lyrics. No encouraging words or insightful thoughts.
I’m going to let that be okay.
Out of the blue, without notice, when you least expect it
It can hit you like a ton of bricks, take the breath from your lungs, knock you down
That is grief, it doesn’t go away
But pick yourself and remember, tomorrow is a new day