I tried to film this like I was okay. I’m not. Because grief always feels fresh, no matter how many years have passed. There are people I’ve lost… that I still don’t have language for. People who weren’t just important— they were sacred to me, and losing them didn’t just hurt… it rearranged something in me. I hear them in my thoughts sometimes. In the way I speak. In the way I love people now… softer, deeper, more carefully. There are parts of me that only exist because they did. And I think that’s the hardest part they’re gone… but they’re everywhere in who I am. So yeah… I couldn’t film this without emotion. Because this isn’t something I’ve “healed” from. It’s something I carry. Every day. Quietly. Reverently. And sometimes… still in pieces. If you know this kind of grief— I see you. 🖤 #griefandloss #Love #loss #humanexperience #healing
Things I can say for free or therapist camp, grief is a beautiful kind of suffering, not because it feels good, but because you love deeply enough...
