After the funeral when everyone leaves, and the place becomes so quiet, that’s when the funeral begins.
The crowd offers a temporary distraction, but the silence is where you actually have to face the void. That is when the real healing, and the real hurting starts.
I am both the strongest and the weakest man that I have ever known.
I can overcome storms, weather tragedy, and surmount pain.
But this sickness in my soul is something I can't shake, it follows me like a shadow, it haunts me like a memory.
And yet who would I even be without it?
Pressure is a privilege and if you are feeling any pressure or the weight of expectation, you are breathing rare air that very few people ever get to live inside.
For some, that day eventually comes. For others, it never comes and then you stuck with that feeling forever.
Death doesn’t end with burial. More than often it lives on in the ones left behind. It’s a cruel world that we live in.
But alas life must go on.
After the funeral when everyone leaves, and the place becomes so quiet, that’s when the funeral begins.
The crowd offers a temporary distraction, but the silence is where you actually have to face the void. That is when the real healing, and the real hurting starts.
All the flash backs & moments with that person hits you and that heartache, that pain can’t be explained.
All you hope for is when it ends. When you stop feeling, hurting maybe even dying a little inside yourself.
Cut my first birthday cake at 28. Never really celebrated. Men are not extra and men have low expectations from their partners, friends and family. And it’s really ok.