Grief Unfolding

[ID: I used to think that a dead person's words die with them. Now I know that they scatter, looking for meaning to attach to like a scent. My mother used to collect orange blossoms in a small shallow bowl. I pass the tree each spring. I always knew that grief was something I could smell. But I didn't know that it's not actually a noun but a verb. That it moves. /end ID.]

I just realized I’ve survived everything I’ve ever encountered in life. I have a 100% survival rate. I’m fucking nailing it.

An absence so heavy it becomes a presence

ten years ago you were so scared of such different things, but you survived them anyway. the same goes for five years ago and two years ago. everything that has ever felt like a hurdle, you’ve passed through. so be afraid, identify your fears, and then allow yourself to remember that in just a little while, this will be another thing that you have overcome.

nothing is permanent and you can overcome everything. give yourself credit for all you did and remember about your strength. give yourself breaks ofc, but don't give up. there are also great beautiful joys ahead just for you to enjoy and not only scary things you need to pass through.