Grief Made Space for a New Version of Me
For a long time, I thought grief was something I needed to get rid of.
I treated it like an unwanted guest—something that had overstayed its welcome. I kept telling myself, You should be farther along by now. I tried to outrun it with busyness, numb it with distractions, silence it with “being strong.”
But grief doesn’t work like that.
It doesn’t disappear just because we want it to.
It doesn’t respond well to pressure or timelines.
And it definitely doesn’t leave because someone tells you that “everything happens for a reason.”
What I eventually learned—slowly, painfully, and honestly—is this:
Grief didn’t leave. It changed shape.