I saw this and it’s so very true. My friends my husband my family members have all said how “strong” I must be to keep going, to live to love. I’m not strong, I have moments the quiet ones where the tears cannot be held back and I have nothing at all to occupy my mind to keep them at bay. But mainly I power through because I have to. We have no choice but to travel the path of grief like being swept up in a current. It’s how we learn to keep our head above water and swim with the current that gives the world the impression that we are strong. My family, my children, my friends, my dogs, my studies all are my bits of floating debris that I cling onto so I don’t drown as I ride the waves. I have no choice x

Posted by Eleanor at 2022-05-04 15:51:27 UTC