Griefy Days

I haven’t felt like doing much this past week or so. No beach walks. No podcasts. No pottering in the garden.

Just that heavy feeling. The one where everything seems a little too much. The one where the world feels a bit quieter, but not in a peaceful way.

I’ve been feeling particularly griefy.

It’s a word I use when I can't quite explain what’s going on, but I know grief is close by. Maybe it’s a date on the calendar. Maybe it’s nothing at all. That’s the thing about grief – it doesn’t always give you a reason. It just arrives, uninvited and full of emotion.

Some days I’ve wanted to tuck myself away from it all. To disappear under the doona and let the world keep spinning without me.

But slowly, gently, I’ve been coming back. One small step at a time.

A cup of tea in the sunshine. A soft song that doesn’t feel too loud. A few words written down, even if they don’t make much sense.

Grief is strange like that. It can wrap around you like a fog, and then, without warning, the fog lifts just a little. You catch your breath. You feel the warmth of something familiar again.

It comes in waves. And that’s ok.

If you’ve been having a griefy week too, I just wanted to say -  I see you. Be gentle with yourself. Just breathe. You’re not alone.