If you’re right now coping with grief and loss, here are some insights for healing your heart.
Here’s the messed up truth: Grief hurts like a bitch.
But you know what else? It’s also one of the most poignantly beautiful aspects of being human.
Let’s talk about why.
You see, grief isn’t just about pain and loss. It’s a twisted kind of poetry written by the heart to honor the power of love.
And you’ll find that the depths of your grief will directly mirror the heights of your love.
When you grieve, it means you cared. You connected on a level so profound that its absence creates a cavernous hole in your world.
There should be no shame in grief. You’re allowed to hurt. It’s not a sign of weakness, but rather a testament to the strength of your feelings. It’s the heart’s way of acknowledging something significant happened, something important.
Society likes to think of grief as a linear process, a series of stages to be worked through and then left behind.
You know the ones: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and finally acceptance.
It’s a neat, tidy progression.
But anyone who’s ever truly grieved knows that’s a load of bull.
One moment you’re in the throes of anger, the next you’re laughing at a fond memory, and then you’re back to crying into your pillow.
You don’t “move on” from grief…. you move with it.
You learn its rhythms, its patterns. It becomes a part of you – and not simply a single chapter in your life’s story.
It can catalyze growth.
As painful as it is, grief can crack you open, breaking down your defenses and making you confront the bare, raw truth of your existence.
Grief strips away the bullshit and leaves you with a clearer vision of what truly matters in life.
It’s a transformative experience, one that can make you a more compassionate, empathetic, and ultimately, a stronger person.
And you must remember this: You’re not alone in your grief.
Grief is part of the human experience, part of what binds us together in this messy, beautiful thing called life.
So let grief in.
Let it hurt. Let it change you.
In the end, we’re not just the sum of our joys, but also our sorrows.
They shape us, mold us, and in the darkest moments, they remind us of our capacity to love.
Yep, grief sure is a messed-up, beautiful kind of poetry… isn’t it?
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