Grief Is Strange—Some Days I Don’t Feel Anything at All
And Then One Day I Broke Down in a Parking Lot
Since my dad passed, it’s been a mix of emotions.
Some days I cry.
Some days I don’t feel anything.
Some days I get through the whole day smiling—joking with my kids, going to work, folding laundry—without even thinking about him.
And then there are days like that one at the gym.
You Don’t Have to Be Okay to Begin: Learning to Live with Loss
Grief Isn’t Just Sadness—It’s Fatigue
Grief isn’t always loud. Sometimes, it’s bone-deep exhaustion.
Sometimes, it’s forgetting what day it is.
Sometimes, it’s avoiding the people who mean well because you don’t have the strength to explain why you're still not “over it.”
I used to think healing had a rhythm. A roadmap.
But grief has taught me this:
There is no clear path—only moments of courage disguised as small beginnings.
When Grief Feels Like an Ocean: Learning to Move Forward Without Having to “Move On”
It’s been over a month since my dad died.
And if I’m honest, I still don’t know how to go back to “normal.”
The routines have returned.
Work calls. Responsibilities pile up.
Life, it seems, keeps moving forward.
But inside?
It’s like I’m standing still.
Like part of me is still back there, holding memories I’m not ready to let go of.
Like I’m wading through waters that are deeper than I ever expected.