Of Heartbreaks and Grief
My mother died on the 28th of January this year, 2026. It may have been a long time coming, a foreshadowed event from years ago or it might as well been not. For as things have happened, so quickly, somehow expected but nonetheless, very surreal & heartbreaking. It caught me off guard, prepared as I was. The unsaid words, the things I did that I can't undo now, the thoughts of love I haven't written for her. It's a lot to take in even after getting used to years of life struggles (or so I believed).
And I also have this lack of feeling for everything I know I should feel & it bothers me a lot. So here I am, I must be unconciously compensating for the lack of emotions by tiring myself out by doing a lot. Overthinking. Yet, no matter how I let myself drown in misery and isolation, I'm still here surviving (with another emotional baggage I carry) & I quit asking why years ago.
Grief, people say, takes on a lot of different faces. Mine's distorted with heartbreak beating in it's nerves. 💔❤️🩹🖤🩶
