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It doesn’t move at a steady pace. It launches. Stops. Slams you back without warning. One small reminder,  and suddenly your heart is racing. The speed is overwhelming,  and you can’t find the brakes. On the outside, it might look  sleek, controlled, even strong. But inside, it’s burning too hot,  running on fumes. No one else can see how quickly it drains you. How the fuel you’re running on is almost gone. You keep moving forward anyway, not because you’re ready, but because stopping feels just as impossible. ------------------------------------------ This metaphor will be featured in an upcoming book.    Find my first book,  Grief is Like a Donut,  on Amazon: Grief is Like a Donut   offers gentle support for those navigating the heartache of loss. Beautifully illustrated and poetic, this book uses metaphors, and images to reflect the confusion, numbness, and unexpected pockets of sweetness that grief can bring. Perfect for times when focus ...

 You’re moving, but you’re not moving forward. The world spins, but you stay in the same place. The music plays. The scenery repeats. And you go around and around, hoping the next lap won’t hurt as much. Some days the ride feels gentle, almost lulling you into a rhythm. Other days, the spinning is too much. It leaves you dizzy, sick, exhausted. And still, you ride. Because there’s no easy way to get off. Because somehow, you’re still waiting for the part where it feels different. But here is what the carousel teaches you.  Even circles are movement.   Grief is changing you,  quietly, in the turning.  And love is what keeps you on the ride. ------------------------------------------ This metaphor will be featured in an upcoming book.    Find my first book,  Grief is Like a Donut,  on Amazon: Grief is Like a Donut   offers gentle support for those navigating the heartache of loss. Beautifully illustrated and poetic, this book uses met...

  From afar, it looks like something anyone could hold. But once it’s in your hands, you feel the weight of everything inside: memories, regrets, what-ifs, longings, all pressed together, stacked tight. Some layers are sweet, some bitter, some hard to swallow. People think they understand. But they don’t see the layers that give it weight, the ones that make it messy and real. Grief lives in the middle, where it clings, presses, and holds. It’s complicated. It’s heavier than it looks. It is always more than anyone else can see. And yet, somehow,  you carry it. One bite at a time. One day at a time. ------------------------------------------ This metaphor will be featured in an upcoming book.    Find my first book,  Grief is Like a Donut,  on Amazon: Grief is Like a Donut   offers gentle support for those navigating the heartache of loss. Beautifully illustrated and poetic, this book uses metaphors, and images to reflect the confusion, numbness, and une...

  Over and over again, testing combinations, guessing, hoping. Each attempt feels like it might work. Your fingers hover. You hold your breath. Maybe this time. Sometimes it feels close. The numbers align just right. But the access is gone. What you want most is still there, just beyond reach, on the other side. But remembering does not return it. It only reminds you what cannot be regained. And slowly, quietly, you learn a different kind of persistence: to keep your hand on the door, to keep moving forward, even when it stays locked. ------------------------------------------ This metaphor will be featured in an upcoming book.    Find my first book,  Grief is Like a Donut,  on Amazon: Grief is Like a Donut   offers gentle support for those navigating the heartache of loss. Beautifully illustrated and poetic, this book uses metaphors, and images to reflect the confusion, numbness, and unexpected pockets of sweetness that grief can bring. Perfect for times w...

  Grief takes you up  and down without warning. One moment you feel almost okay,  catching your breath,  finding a glimpse of light. The next,  you’re pulled down again. The drop feels sudden,  sharp, endless. It’s exhausting,  this constant rise and fall. You never know which  way the turn is taking you. But even in the spinning,  the one constant is love. It’s what keeps the ride going, even when it feels unbearable. ------------------------------------------ This metaphor will be featured in an upcoming book.    Find my first book,  Grief is Like a Donut,  on Amazon: Grief is Like a Donut   offers gentle support for those navigating the heartache of loss. Beautifully illustrated and poetic, this book uses metaphors, and images to reflect the confusion, numbness, and unexpected pockets of sweetness that grief can bring. Perfect for times when focus is difficult, each metaphor is independent, so the book can be read ...

  Some days, grief is heavy in your hands.  Sour. Sharp. Unshakable.  Its scent lingers,  its tang presses against your tongue  even when you try to ignore it. You cannot dress it up.  You cannot soften it or sweeten it  to make it easier to swallow.  You can only hold it,  let it sting,  let it sit with you. And in letting it be,  you learn something profound:  that grief is tied to love,  and that both deserve to be felt. You honor what you have lost  and what you still carry.  The weight, the sting, the flavor. All of it is part of remembering. ------------------------------------------ This metaphor will be featured in an upcoming book.    Find my first book,  Grief is Like a Donut,  on Amazon: Grief is Like a Donut   offers gentle support for those navigating the heartache of loss. Beautifully illustrated and poetic, this book uses metaphors, and images to reflect the confusion, numb...

  From the outside, it looks whole. Sweet. Refreshing. Safe. But once you bite in, the seeds show up. Small and bitter,  hidden where you least expect them. You want the sweetness without the pain, but grief doesn’t serve it that way. It never separates the two. So you eat around them. You work through the bitterness to get back to the sweetness. Again and again. The sweetness reminds  you of what was good. The bitterness reminds  you of what mattered. And the love that made it sweet  still is. ------------------------------------------ This metaphor will be featured in an upcoming book.    Find my first book,  Grief is Like a Donut,  on Amazon: Grief is Like a Donut   offers gentle support for those navigating the heartache of loss. Beautifully illustrated and poetic, this book uses metaphors, and images to reflect the confusion, numbness, and unexpected pockets of sweetness that grief can bring. Perfect for times when focus is difficul...

  Everything is quiet now, long shadows stretching across the sand. The day is ending without asking you. The sandcastle waits to be washed away. But you are still here. Kneeling at the edge of what you built, watching the water creep closer. You know the tide is coming. You know you cannot stop it. And still you stay, smoothing the edges, filling the cracks, buying just a little more time with what remains. Everyone else is ready for the next season. You are not. You are still here at the waterline, hands in the sand, because what was built here deserves more than a quiet goodbye. ------------------------------------------ This metaphor will be featured in an upcoming book.    Find my first book,  Grief is Like a Donut,  on Amazon: Grief is Like a Donut   offers gentle support for those navigating the heartache of loss. Beautifully illustrated and poetic, this book uses metaphors, and images to reflect the confusion, numbness, and unexpected pockets of swe...

 Some days it tightens everything  until breathing feels shallow,  until even small moments  require more strength than you have. Other days it loosens without warning, and you come apart quietly, pieces of you slipping loose before you realize what stirred the memory. You cannot stop the turning. You cannot force it to hold. So you learn a different way to live, moving gently with the tension, steadied by what remains. Not because the pressure is gone, but because your love grows stronger where it keeps turning. ------------------------------------------ This metaphor will be featured in an upcoming book.    Find my first book,  Grief is Like a Donut,  on Amazon: Grief is Like a Donut   offers gentle support for those navigating the heartache of loss. Beautifully illustrated and poetic, this book uses metaphors, and images to reflect the confusion, numbness, and unexpected pockets of sweetness that grief can bring. Perfect for times when foc...

You grip the handlebars with everything you have, racing through roads you never chose, paths lined with memories that hit like sudden turns. Curves toss you into the past. Bumps slam into your chest with echoes of love. The engine sputters as a memory cuts through. No one can ride it for you. No one can slow the speed or soften the turns. And still, you keep going. Leaning into every curve, feeling the wind sweep through  the ghosts of what was, bearing the weight of love, loss, and memory. The ride is raw. It is terrifying. It is relentless. And it is proof of your strength, proof that even as grief steers you through the past, you are still moving forward. #GriefisLike #Motorcycle  ------------------------------------------ This metaphor will be featured in an upcoming book.    Find my first book,  Grief is Like a Donut,  on Amazon: Grief is Like a Donut   offers gentle support for those navigating the heartache of loss. Beautifully illustrated and ...

It does not fix the cracks. It does not smooth the edges. It simply presses, clings, supports, keeping you going when you might otherwise fall apart. Some days it stretches thin, pulling against the weight it carries. Other days it grips firmly, holding every fragile piece in place. From the outside, you may look steady, patched, whole. Inside, you feel every tear, every fold, still cling to what was lost. It does not undo the loss. It simply holds so you can face another day. And slowly, even with all the cracks, you learn that the holding itself is strength. ------------------------------------------ This metaphor will be featured in an upcoming book.    Find my first book,  Grief is Like a Donut,  on Amazon: Grief is Like a Donut   offers gentle support for those navigating the heartache of loss. Beautifully illustrated and poetic, this book uses metaphors, and images to reflect the confusion, numbness, and unexpected pockets of sweetness that grief can bring...

It waits in silence, patient, invisible, sometimes for minutes, sometimes for days. You carry it with you, unseen, until it is ready to explode. And then it bursts. A laugh from the past. A smell you thought  you’d forgotten. A thought that knocks  the air from your chest. You cannot predict it. You cannot prepare for it. Each pop hits with surprise, yet each one reminds you that love is alive inside you. Even in the stillness, love finds a way to pop again. #GreifisLike #Popcorn

For a while, you run. You build walls. You dodge the fire. And when the sky finally clears, you think maybe, just maybe, it’s gone. But it’s only sleeping. Waiting for a quiet moment to stir again inside your chest. Seemingly tamed,  you try to lock it away, to cage the pain. In the stillness with a bit of distance,  you see it isn’t a monster to be feared. It’s been guarding your heart all along. The same fire that once burned you now keeps you warm. And in that glow, you finally understand: you were never meant to kill the dragon. Only to know it. To let it remind you that love still lives in the ashes. #GriefisLIke #Dragon ------------------------------------------ This metaphor will be featured in an upcoming book.    Find my first book,  Grief is Like a Donut,  on Amazon: Grief is Like a Donut   offers gentle support for those navigating the heartache of loss. Beautifully illustrated and poetic, this book uses metaphors, and images to reflect the ...

There are moments when grief feels  alive beneath your feet. The harder you resist,  the heavier it feels.  Your chest tightens,  your breath shortens,  and you begin to believe you are lost. Not every battle is won by force.  Sometimes the path forward  begins with surrender.  Letting yourself rest inside the weight  instead of fighting it. In that surrender,  you discover strength in stillness.  The pain does not vanish, but it softens.  Little by little, you find a rope of hope:  a hand, a memory, a light. It reminds you that you are not meant to stay buried. You are here to survive.  ------------------------------------------ This metaphor will be featured in an upcoming book.    Find my first book,  Grief is Like a Donut,  on Amazon: Grief is Like a Donut   offers gentle support for those navigating the heartache of loss. Beautifully illustrated and poetic, this book uses metaphors, and ...

Grief does not open on command. It does not follow the schedules of others. Some days it stays closed, folded in on itself, the world cannot see the storm inside. The ache spreads quietly, pressing, persistent, until it cannot be contained. And then, without warning, it blooms. Petals unfurl in their own time, soft, fragile, yet unwavering. Grief opens when it is ready, revealing beauty entwined with sorrow, strength woven through the pain. You cannot rush it. You cannot command it. It simply unfolds, and you survive by letting it. ------------------------------------------ This metaphor will be featured in an upcoming book.    Find my first book,  Grief is Like a Donut,  on Amazon: Grief is Like a Donut   offers gentle support for those navigating the heartache of loss. Beautifully illustrated and poetic, this book uses metaphors, and images to reflect the confusion, numbness, and unexpected pockets of sweetness that grief can bring. Perfect for times when focu...

Loss arrives fragile and trembling. It comes raw, barely able to stand. It collapses under the weight of its own existence. And you collapse with it. You cannot rush it. You cannot force it to move faster. You can only crawl alongside it. Some days you rise for a moment, only to fall again before you are ready. Other days you remain on the ground, waiting for strength that refuses to come. Time does not heal quickly. But time does teach you patience. You begin to notice small shifts. The wobble steadies for a breath. The collapse takes longer to arrive. And though it still falters, you see the promise of movement. Not graceful, not certain, but forward all the same. ------------------------------------------ This metaphor will be featured in an upcoming book.    Find my first book,  Grief is Like a Donut,  on Amazon: Grief is Like a Donut   offers gentle support for those navigating the heartache of loss. Beautifully illustrated and poetic, this book uses metaph...

Loss distorts the rhythm of time. Morning feels wrong. Night feels heavier. Weekends feel endless. The familiar feels foreign. The ordinary feels unsteady. Your body cannot find its bearings. You try to move forward, but everything feels out of sync. Days blur together. You think you are beginning to adjust, but then everything shifts again. It is not a change you adapt to once. It is a change that keeps changing. Again and again, you must find your footing. And each time, it feels like starting over. Grief is not a single adjustment. It is a lifetime of recalibrating. Learning to live in hours that never feel quite right. Yet still, you find ways to keep going. #GriefIsLike #Time #Disoriented #DaylightSavings ------------------------------------------ This metaphor will be featured in an upcoming book.    Find my first book,  Grief is Like a Donut,  on Amazon: Grief is Like a Donut   offers gentle support for those navigating the heartache of loss. Beautifully ...

Grief has a way of demanding your attention. It interrupts without warning. It shows up in places you never invited it. It leaves its mark on everything you do. It will not let you forget what has been lost. It follows you into every room, every moment. It disrupts your peace in unexpected ways. It reminds you again and again  that your life is not the same. But in the silence, it also stays near. It sits with you when no one else can. It listens when the world has  grown tired of your story. It keeps your love tethered to the one you lost. It is not easy. It is not gentle. But somehow, it becomes part of your rhythm. A presence you never wanted, but one you slowly learn to live beside. #GriefIsLike #Puppy ------------------------------------------ This metaphor will be featured in an upcoming book.    Find my first book,  Grief is Like a Donut,  on Amazon: Grief is Like a Donut   offers gentle support for those navigating the heartache of loss. Beauti...

There was once a time when everything felt whole. Simple. Familiar. Steady. Then one moment scattered it into pieces. You tried to gather what was broken. You tried to return it to what it was. But it will not go back. No matter how carefully you move. No matter how much effort you give. The pieces do not fit the same way. Life feels altered forever. You season it with small joys, and stir in what hope you can find. But the truth remains. It is not what it was before. And it never will be. This is the hardest part to accept. That life has been reshaped. Not ruined, not erased, but permanently changed. ------------------------------------------ This metaphor will be featured in an upcoming book.    Find my first book,  Grief is Like a Donut,  on Amazon: Grief is Like a Donut   offers gentle support for those navigating the heartache of loss. Beautifully illustrated and poetic, this book uses metaphors, and images to reflect the confusion, numbness, and unexpected...

The sting of grief rarely announces itself. It catches you in the middle of an ordinary moment. Suddenly the ache burns through you. It takes your breath before you are ready. It feels sharp, overwhelming, impossible to swallow. And just when you think the worst has passed, it lingers on your tongue. Quiet, but undeniable. You cannot remove it. You cannot wish it away. It stays long after the moment ends. That is how grief moves. Unexpected, lasting, stubborn in its hold. Yet even in its fire, there is memory. Even in its bite, there is love. The same flame that sears you also reminds you of how deeply you cared. And that is why it still burns. ------------------------------------------ This metaphor will be featured in an upcoming book.    Find my first book,  Grief is Like a Donut,  on Amazon: Grief is Like a Donut   offers gentle support for those navigating the heartache of loss. Beautifully illustrated and poetic, this book uses metaphors, and images to ref...