One of the things i’ve noticed on my own personal grief journey, is that people love to tell me how strong they think I am….
…and it’s just not true.
The sentiment is definitely welcomed, without a doubt. It’s what follows that bothers me the most.
“How can you do this?”
“I could never get through it if it happened to me.”
“I couldn’t imagine what it would be like.”
These statements alone are incredibly problematic, but I’ll save my rant on that for another post.
I’ll just say this: thankfully you don’t have to.
The truth is, I have no idea what I’m doing.
I’m not strong, I just didn’t have any other options.
There is no blueprint, no checklist, no guidebook. You deal with things because life didn’t give you any other choice. Yes, you’re hurting, but the world around you doesn’t stop. You have to keep going.
I’m still learning, adapting, and most importantly, growing.
Each day is different, and I find solace in the small things.
That’s all I can hope for.