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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...