*By Modupe Iluebbey*
Grief is strange. It moves in slow motion while the rest of the world races ahead. You find yourself standing still, watching life happen around you, wondering how the sun dares to rise when your world has collapsed. You hear laughter and it feels almost like betrayal. Silence becomes the only place that feels safe.
But here’s a truth worth holding onto: you are not alone.
Grief doesn’t always look like tears. Sometimes it’s staring blankly at the ceiling at 2 a.m.
Sometimes it’s smiling politely while your soul quietly aches. Pain is not always loud — sometimes it arrives dressed in numbness.
It can feel like everyone else is sprinting ahead with unbroken dreams while you remain in place, carrying pieces of a life you once knew. But you are not behind. You are not failing. You are simply walking through a valley that many have entered and few have spoken about.
*The Science of Shattering*
When glass breaks, it doesn’t become worthless, it becomes sharp, powerful, and must be handled with care. Perhaps your brokenness is the same. Perhaps grief isn’t a detour, but a transformation. Perhaps your pain didn’t come to punish you, but to shape you into someone new — forged by fire, yet softened by love.
Healing is not a return to who you were. It’s the creation of someone you have never been before.
*Love Yourself Like a Mother Would*
You deserve tenderness — the kind you would give a child with scraped knees, the kind that says, “I’m here. I’ve got you.”
Be patient with your healing. Feed yourself joy in small, gentle doses. Cry when you must. Laugh when you can. Rest without guilt. And if all you did today was survive — that is enough.
*A Blessing for the Grieving*
May your pain be met with softness, not shame.
May you remember that grief is simply love with nowhere to go.
May the hollow places within you become sacred ground.
And may you wake one morning, unexpectedly, to find peace —
like a forgotten song returning to your heart.
You are not too broken to be whole.
You are not too lost to be found.
You are not too wounded to be loved.
You are here.
Still breathing.
Still becoming.
And that, dear soul, is nothing short of a miracle.
Let us not rush the work of healing. Let us honor it — one heartbeat at a time.
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