To you, my dear, navigating heartfelt pain,
the kind that has you feeling wrecked,
has you feeling tied down, lying on the floor in the darkest of rooms,
has you feeling besieged on all sides by your demons and worst fears— and your demons’ worst fears,
has you feeling crippled, anxious, trapped in the quicksand of a seemingly never ending bottomless grief,
I am so sorry.
I wish I could help you understand the why.
I wish I could help you heal the pain.
I wish.
Please know I’m standing next to you.
Enveloping you in my heart.
Loving you through this— no matter how long this,
and remember, please remember,
we’ve overcome before.
Both you and I,
somehow, we’ve overcome.
So, “Mourn. Cry. Rage. Storm!”
But also allow,
give permission,
be open to seeing
the slivers of healing,
softly,
piercing through the curtains.
Your grief is valid,
Your pain is valid,
And so is your healing.