“She didn’t know that grief felt like the slowest moving quicksand, pulling me down inch by inch, rib by rib. She didn’t know how there were evenings when I lay down in bed & couldn’t recall a single thing I’d done that day. She didn’t know that my head, my heart, my body, were still completely disconnected from one another&I couldn’t even remember what it was like to be a whole person.”
— Feb 02, 2026 03:21PM
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