The line about grieving a memory, not a person, is the one I keep turning over. We hold on to a version of someone the way we hold on to a taste we can't find anymore, the dish a grandmother made that no one can make again.
What we miss isn't out there waiting; it lives only in us. Maybe that's why letting go is so hard: we're not releasing them, we're releasing who we were beside them.
I needed to read this. I find these words deeply meaningful and comforting, reassuring. They echo my own thoughts, provide answers I am searching for. For me this is a type of therapy. Reading allows me to listen.
“Sometimes life doesn’t us ask to understand , it asks us to simply loosen our grip.”✨ As someone who hates not knowing the reason behind things because i love being in control, this hit hard.😪😪
The line about grieving a memory, not a person, is the one I keep turning over. We hold on to a version of someone the way we hold on to a taste we can't find anymore, the dish a grandmother made that no one can make again.
What we miss isn't out there waiting; it lives only in us. Maybe that's why letting go is so hard: we're not releasing them, we're releasing who we were beside them.
I needed to read this. I find these words deeply meaningful and comforting, reassuring. They echo my own thoughts, provide answers I am searching for. For me this is a type of therapy. Reading allows me to listen.
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This is phenomenal! Thanks for all of your insight.
Such beautiful wise words. ❤️ Thank you! 🥰
“Sometimes life doesn’t us ask to understand , it asks us to simply loosen our grip.”✨ As someone who hates not knowing the reason behind things because i love being in control, this hit hard.😪😪