I used to believe healing meant grief would eventually disappear.
I know now that healing looks more like learning how to live alongside it.
Some days, grief is quiet — barely noticeable.
Other days, it resurfaces without warning, heavy and familiar.
Healing hasn’t erased it.
Healing has softened my relationship with it.
I no longer ask grief to leave.
I ask it what it needs.
I let it exist without turning it into a failure or a setback.
There is strength in continuing forward
without denying what still hurts.
Reading Trauma Mama: Velvet & Taboo 