to say i miss you doesn't even begin to capture the despair your absence has brought me.
ā mae s. (journal entry to the one i still love)

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to say i miss you doesn't even begin to capture the despair your absence has brought me.
ā mae s. (journal entry to the one i still love)
-Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume I: 1940ā1956
grief is honestly the single most crippling emotion.
Anguish | The Orphan. A Memory of Auvergne
ā by August Friedrich Schenk
grief comes in waves.
it does not get worse over time,
it does not get any better, either.
it feels like you are trapped beneath the cold
waves of grief, flushed into the rock bottom
of the ocean. all the waves crashā
at least, you will find the surface, & ground
yourself ashore. pain will come back in waves,
but you will learn to stay afloat.
by: jobanthologies
There are mornings I canāt get out of bed. Not right away. Not for hours. The weight hits before my feet touch the floor.
Showering can feel impossible. Eating feels pointless. Plans get canceled before they even begin. Texts go unanswered. Tears happen in parking lots and bathrooms and behind sunglasses.
Sometimes I make it to work and pretend Iām okay. Sometimes I donāt.
Grief isnāt always poetic. It doesnāt always look like healing. Sometimes itās blankness. Sometimes itās rage. Sometimes itās a torn toenail that causes an emotional breakdown.
Sometimes itās remembering, again, that I canāt call her. And still canāt.
And still canāt.
I do what I can. And when I canāt, I wait until I can.
Thatās it. Thatās the whole strategy.
And today, I got out of bed. That counts.
"Sunflowers in Bloom"
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Is there another life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be, we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.
- John Keats