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Deep in earth my love is lying
And I must weep alone
Edgar Allen Poe
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Believed to have been written shortly after his wife's passing, this short poem speaks of tremendous grief and loneliness.
Those who have lost their loved ones understand this feeling entirely. It's so hard to remember that we are not alone in our grief, that we can ask for help.
Please be kind to yourself. Especially when you're struggling.
~Blessings~Courtney
True grief will rob you of so much and you will have to rewrite your entire future and a million mini losses will feel like paper cuts each time but it’s imperative to keep going because grief is a bitter angry love with no where to go. The love is still there and you need to keep going and learn how to live with its new forms. Or whatever.
when i think of my mom...
I’ve been thinking about writing about my mom for a while, but every time I try, it feels too big. I keep waiting for the right words, the right moment, some sense of clarity. But grief doesn’t really give you that. It just moves in and out of your days, sometimes quietly, sometimes like a storm you didn’t see coming.
When my mom died, everything changed. Not just the big things, but the small ones: how I wake up, how I move through the day, how I think about the future. I still miss her every single day. Her voice, her warmth, the way she made everything feel safe. There are moments when it hits me all over again that she’s really gone, and others when it feels like she’s still here, in the smallest things. A scent, a sound, a memory that suddenly shows up.
I’ve been trying to figure out what healing means. At first, I thought it meant getting over it, or feeling “better.” But now I think it just means learning to live with the missing. Some days, that looks like moving forward. Other days, it looks like sitting still and letting myself feel everything.
I’m writing this because I don’t want to keep it all inside anymore. Because my grief isn’t separate from who I am. It’s part of me now. And maybe sharing it here is my way of remembering her, without pretending that the ache isn’t still there....
Mutual Aid (For a Family Friend)
Hey everyone, I don’t have a fancy or long post today. At this moment, I am simply trying to help out a friend of the family who is currently grieving the passing of her mother.
Below is the link for a GoFundMe, the money will most likely go to the immediate family, specifically the daughter who created the page.
My name is Ty 'Neisha and Carolyn Washington was my mother. Writing this alon… Ty'Neisha Summers needs your support for In Loving Memory of
i wish black armbands for grieving were still a common public social cue
CW: grief, loss of an animal
This is heavy. But it's something everyone should see.
my grief brain fog is so unforgivingly heavy on me, I can barely get through anything I need or even want to do and I feel like that fact is just exacerbating the already deeply severe depression. and what can I even do? I don't know what to do to push through this...
if anyone happens to have any advice for dealing with difficulty focusing (whether through depression or just in general), I'd really appreciate it OTL