Some losses aren’t just emotional—they feel physical. Like someone took a part of your body, your soul, your identity. You move through the day, but something is missing. Not just a person, but a piece of you that lived with them.
It’s the way your chest aches when you hear their name. The way your hands feel empty without theirs. The way your laughter sounds different now—less full, less real. You’re still here, but not completely. Because they weren’t just someone you loved—they were part of your rhythm, your breath, your being.
This feeling is raw. It’s not just grief—it’s disorientation. You try to function, but everything feels off. You search for comfort, but nothing fits. You wonder if you’ll ever feel whole again.
But even in this emptiness, there is truth. You loved deeply. You connected fully. And while that part of you may feel lost, it also means you were brave enough to give it. To share it. To feel it.
Healing doesn’t mean forgetting. It means learning to live with the space they left—and slowly, gently, filling it with light again.
