Everyone wants me to be finished

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.

It’s been over a year and people act like that means something.

They say “I can’t believe it’s been that long already” like that should be comforting. Like time passing equals progress.

I’m not crying every day anymore, but that doesn’t mean I’m okay. It just means I’ve learned how to carry it better in public.

I still think about him constantly. I still replay conversations. I still get hit out of nowhere.

I wish people would stop treating grief like a deadline.