one last time?

a @mxmorgue project

[laestrellaa]

[originalromanticsir]

I know and deeply feel this. And that distinction between knowing and feeling, matters enormously...

[littlewildmother]

Studies show that engaging in ritualized behavior significantly improves outcomes on measures of grief and feelings of control, even when the person participating in the ritual has little or no belief in the ritual’s power. Just a reminder for no one in particular.

[littlewildmother]

Research has revealed that, while rituals are universal across human cultures, the content and actions of those rituals vary widely even when they have the same intended purpose. This suggests that it is not the actions that matter, but that you are taking any action at all and naming it ritual. It can be an elaborate ritual with dozens of moving parts and participants, or it can be as simple as lighting a candle alone with the intent to remember someone.

The healing is in the doing.

[grieving-you]

There's life here too.

[marisatomay]

The thing about grief is that if you are vocally honest about how it feels you sound like someone about to be involuntarily committed

[grieving-you]

It's been three years since the beginning of the end of the world.

And here I am regardless.

[mumblingsage]

This was a kind of sweet dashboard coincidence.

[amorrpropio]

[grieving-you]

how one person is meant to live on

with all these holes in their heart

beyond me, above me

but i dont have to know how

i just have to do it

[inkpressedpetals]

[grieving-you]

survivors guilt doesn't just happen to people who make it through something monumental. it's not just for shipwrecks and mass shootings and acts of God.

it's also there when your life gets picked apart thread by thread. one loss here, another there. at some point you start to wonder: just how many times can one person be the sole survivor? of a lunch table, of a family, of a local scene? how many torches am I meant to carry? and what happens when I can't do it anymore?

[grieving-you]

the leftover love I have for you

streaming down my face tonight

pouring out of wounds I swore not to reopen

I'll never get a chance to understand it

but just as a piece of me died with you

you live on in me.