Grief

Grief, it can be such a funny thing. One moment you’re hysterically crying and the next you’re fine - almost as if nothing has ever happened and you haven’t lost someone or something. 

But grieving something that’s still there - that’s when it gets tricky. You know you need to leave, guilt washes over you whenever you think about leaving - you’re stuck. It’s comfortable, yet suffocating at the same time. Did you have to say goodbye to yourself? Breaking down pieces of you piece by piece to be moulded into someone else’s ideal. That can’t last forever. 

Grieving takes time, it’s uncomfortable and scary. But eventually you learn to live with it, it becomes a part of you and gives you acceptance. 

Just me, a cup of coffee, and a thought I can’t shake.

What’s yours?