No one told me I would grieve this much.
Not one big loss.
A hundred small ones.
The version of me who could run errands without planning recovery.
The version who said yes without checking symptoms first.
The version who didn’t think twice about tomorrow.
This grief sneaks in sideways. It doesn’t always look like sadness. Sometimes it looks like irritability. Or numbness. Or exhaustion that sleep doesn’t fix.
Here’s the part that messes with your head: you’re still alive. Still functioning. Still showing up.
So you tell yourself you shouldn’t be grieving.
That’s a lie that keeps people stuck.
Grief doesn’t require death. It requires change.
Chronic illness changes:
- how you move through the world
- how safe your body feels
- how predictable your future seems
That deserves to be named.
Grief doesn’t mean you’ve given up hope.
It means you’re telling the truth about what’s been lost.
And truth makes room for gentler hope. The kind that fits real life.
If you’re grieving, you’re not weak.
You’re paying attention.
If this post is hitting close to home, these might help you keep sitting with it:
One tiny step:
Write down one thing you miss without trying to reframe it. Let it be sad.
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