Hot take, and this one is for my close friends.
I know some of you haven’t forgotten that I lost my dad. But I also feel like, after a while, people forget to remember. The check-ins reduce. The awareness fades. Life moves on for everyone else, which is fair tbh. It’s not a personal thing so that’s normal.
But whe I decline invites and people ask, “Why aren’t you coming? What happened?” I’m always a bit stunned. Like… take a wild guess? Everything is still fresh. I lost a parent. Someone actually died in my life this year.
It may not feel that deep to you, but it is to me.
Sometimes I’m just not in the mood. Sometimes I don’t have the capacity. And yes, in an ideal world, you’d still be checking in, because grief doesn’t expire (mine isn’t even up to 8 months). 💀
And when people say things like, “You carry grief well,” I honestly don’t know what that means. How exactly am I supposed to carry it? Loudly? Quietly? Performatively?
Just because I’m not always talking about it or posting about it doesn’t mean it’s not heavy. This wasn’t a random loss. This was my dad. A parent. My person.
So, yeah. 🫠
I have come to realize that regret is a cruel storyteller. It rewrites the past with the wisdom of the present, convincing you that you should have known better when you actually had no way of knowing.
One day, without warning, it just gets better. You catch yourself smilling again for no reason, the light returns and you feel hope again. You're not surviving, you're living.
I think we have lost the art of ukubonisana. We now just centre ourselves, or unleash and project our triggers and insecurities, or really just focus on criticising each other. It’s so unproductive.
"Strawberries are never sweet" "I've never had a strawberry that tasted sweet" "I don't like strawberries" The strawberry will weigh your soul against a feather and reveal its sweetness in accordance with your purity of heart. Hope this helps.
having integrity in your own path can look like blasphemy in the eyes of another. this is why societal judgment cannot be the final judgement. people lack the perspective needed to see the bigger picture.
Someone is praying for me. There's stillness in the chaos, a grace I haven't earned, and a strength that isn't mine. I feel carried. There's a softness around me I can't explain. It's as if someone is interceding for me, and their prayers are making room for me to breathe.🤍