Your right, Marcus. Grief ain’t a straight line. Some days we carry it. Some days it carries us. I’ve learned there’s grief…and there’s grief that gets stuck and spills into everything. unchecked grief.
Both are real, both need room. That fog and those sudden hits are real. When the wind scatters you like paper. Grief doesn’t get easier. It changes. It changes you from the inside out.
Some days you’re okay.
Some days you’re quiet for no reason, distant.
And then there are the days when you’re so full you crack open and it spills out.
Sometimes it’s a single tear sliding down your cheek. Other days it’s ugly.
Your right, Marcus. Grief ain’t a straight line. Some days we carry it. Some days it carries us. I’ve learned there’s grief…and there’s grief that gets stuck and spills into everything. unchecked grief.
Both are real, both need room. That fog and those sudden hits are real. When the wind scatters you like paper. Grief doesn’t get easier. It changes. It changes you from the inside out.
Some days you’re okay.
Some days you’re quiet for no reason, distant.
And then there are the days when you’re so full you crack open and it spills out.
Sometimes it’s a single tear sliding down your cheek. Other days it’s ugly.
This was excellent, I'm dealing with the loss of my daughter 6 months ago. The brain fog is real.
So true, sir.
I just lost my Mum on the 24 th of June 2025💙🇿🇦💜