The Strength I Didn’t Choose
I didn’t plan to write this. Not like this. Grief isn’t neat or poetic. It doesn’t arrive with clean lines and tidy meaning. It just shows up. Some days it’s a whisper. Some days it sits on my chest. Since losing my husband, I’ve carried many things, sadness, anxiety, disbelief. But I’ve also carried groceries, […]
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