Tea With An Insomniac

Myrna F 25

[imagination]

[spidaerman]

To all my black followers and friends, stay safe.

Also, I would like to add that black lives have always mattered, will always matter.

It’s awful that we even have to say that because it should be a given. However, we need to say it loud and clear for the racists.

We cannot be silent. 

[softblues-deactivated20141213]

[queenpotato-mouth]

“The worst part of losing someone you love is the fact it alters your life but the world carries on living. You feel like you’re stuck in this moment of grief and people will pass you by, give their condolences, but then they keep on walking, keep on laughing, keep on living. And you sit there, thinking how dare the world carry on when it’s lost such a bright light. But it does, and it always will.”

— things I tell myself.

[westley-nash-deactivated2021021]

I’ve found that grief can make us very sensitive to even the slightest stress. Because in truth we’ve been in a chronic state of emotional turmoil ever since the moment of our loss, and so it really doesn’t take much to tip us over the edge. Disagreements, mistakes, complications that would have once passed through us without much bother, suddenly flood through our consciousness like a shot of poison, and can kill off our positive mood that we spent days nurturing, right there in an instant.

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- Westley Nash

#thoughtsofsteel

[fivestage-blog]

“Relearning the world after someone we love has died is not a matter of taking in information or mastering ideas or theories. It is, rather, a matter of learning again how to be and act in the world without those we love by our sides.”

— Thomas Attig

[teenscoolest]

[my-aesthetic-vibes]

The best comic of the year 2020

[scientificphilosopher]

“It hurts to live after someone has died. It just does. It can hurt to walk down a hallway or open the fridge. It hurts to put on a pair of socks, to brush your teeth. Food tastes like nothing. Colors go flat. Music hurts, and so do memories. You look at something you’d otherwise find beautiful–a purple sky at sunset or a playground full of kids–and it only somehow deepens the loss. Grief is so lonely this way.”

–Michelle Obama, Becoming

[booksquoteslove]

“The dead aren’t the only ones who vanish: you, too, can disappear in plain sight if enough is taken from you. I was still missing, in many ways. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to be found.”

— Sarah Dessen, Once and for All

[fucked-up-but-it-is-what-it-is]

it still doesn’t feel real

[curlsandstems]

[dieannne]

about grief

[escritos-de-una-luna]

“Que lindo es verla, es una lástima que al despertar recuerde que ahora es una estrella”

— Escritos de una luna.

[johnmarkgreenpoetry-deactivated]

Those who haven’t grieved a deep loss can cause further pain to those who are grieving, because they just don’t get how hard it can be. I wrote this piece to try to increase awareness and empathy about grief.

[survivingsiblingsuicide]

“This is a thing many people outside your grief cannot understand: that you have not simply lost one person, at one point in time. You have lost their presence in every aspect of your life. Your future has changed as well as your “now”.”

— Megan Devine, refugeingrief.com

[secretos-que-matan]

“Se que dijiste que no llorara tu partida, pero dime ¿como hago para no extrañarte tanto? Dime cómo hago para conseguir un abrazo tuyo, un te quiero. Me dejaste en un mundo sin ti. Siento un gran vacío, porque se que ya no vere tus ojos, tu sonrisa, Ya no escucharé tu risa, o tu voz, incluso tus gritos. Dijiste que siempre estarías a mi lado. Que nunca te irías, ahora se que a veces las promesas aunque las quieras cumplir en ocaciones Es difícil por no decir imposible cumplir. Me enseñaste a comer, estuviste en mis primeros pasos, en mis primeras palabras, me enseñaste a amarte, me enseñaste una parte de mi vida. Pero no me enseñaste a lidiar una vida sin ti. Es lo que más me duele. No se vivir una vida sin ti. Pero espero que en tu otra vida seas feliz quiero que lo seas. Quiero que estés feliz aunque yo estoy triste por tu partida. Te amo, abuelita, y espero que estés bien en donde quiera que estés.”

— B.