I didn’t know it would be this tiring

Before you read

This story reflects a personal experience of grief and loss.

Please read at your own pace and step away if you need to.

This is the right place for that permission.

I thought grief would feel like crying all the time. Instead I’m just tired… all the time.

I get through the day, answer emails, make dinner, and then I feel like I’ve run a marathon. Nothing dramatic happens. I just sit down and can’t get back up again.

People keep saying I’m doing well because I’m functioning. I don’t feel like I am, I feel like I’m borrowing energy from somewhere I don’t have.

I miss them in ordinary moments. Standing at the sink, folding laundry, driving to work.

I didn’t know grief could be this quiet and this heavy at the same time.