To the one surviving this week

The Rage No One Talks About

Some days, the grief doesn’t come quietly.
It arrives red-hot and loud.
It kicks chairs and slams doors.
It growls at the sky and says,
“This wasn’t fair. This wasn’t part of the plan.”

If that’s you this week - angry, exhausted, on the edge of losing it - I want you to know: that’s still grief.
Still love.
Still allowed.

You don’t need to be graceful in your sadness.
You just need to be real.

One true thing:
You are allowed to be angry at what you couldn’t control.

Quote:
“Grief is just love, sometimes it whispers. And sometimes, it screams.” Unknown

Song:
“Breathe Me” – Sia
(It aches. But it also exhales.)

A note from me:
If this stirred something - a growl, a tear, or just that heavy sigh; you can always reply.
I may not have the fix. But I’m listening.
Grief is lonely. You don’t have to carry it alone.

With you in the mess,

- Kirsten