Words have been swirling in my head for a while now, but my heart has stopped. There’s been a strange disconnect I’ve not experienced before, where words fail me. They’re not enough.
That scares me. That scares me because I have no comfortable way of releasing this built up emotion inside. Even Instagram has become exhausting; I’m turning into a cliche (how’s that for an embarrassing need for affirmation and originality?) and blank paper isn’t a friend, but an enemy.
Grief is a very real thing, yet a very unspoken topic…
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