#grief support

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.

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.

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.

CW: grief, loss of an animal