Loss reshapes us and teaches us to fill ourselves with something new. If we resist, we feel as you do. Hollow. Empty.

The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems.Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.

The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems.Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.

Someday you will wake up feeling 51 percent happy and slowly, molecule by molecule, you will feel like yourself again.

Someday you will wake up feeling 51 percent happy and slowly, molecule by molecule, you will feel like yourself again.

It is true that the grief journey is very lonely, but it is also up to you to decide just how lonely you will make it.

I wonder if it hurts to live,And if they have to try,And whether, could they choose between,They would not rather die.

In our instinctive rebellion against pain, we are children again, and demand an active will to wreak our vengeance on.

I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to my grief. It felt better, somehow, to be helpless. I didn't feel ashamed.

It seemed everyone knew their place in it, but I was in the mood where I would rather be alone and look a houseplants.

They talked on into the early morning, the high, pale cast of light in the windows, and they did not think of leaving.

This rose of pearl-coated infinity transformsthe diseased slums of a broken heartinto a palace made of psalms and gold.

He sought...to transform the grief which looks down into the grave by showing it the grief which looks up to the stars.

You don't understand," Alecto replied vacantly. "It isn't that I want to die... I just don't want to exist.

You don't understand," Alecto replied vacantly. "It isn't that I want to die... I just don't want to exist.