When I was grieving, people talked to me a lot. Most of them loved me. Most of them meant well. And most of their words made it worse.
I want to share some of them here. Not to blame anyone, but because if you have heard them too, you should know: it wasn't you. Those words were heavy for anyone to carry.
“How long can you cry for it?”
I heard this when I was still in the middle of it. It made my tears feel like a mistake, something I was doing wrong and should already have finished.
“Grief can't last forever. Pass it already.”
As if grief were a road with an exit I was too slow to take. I didn't need a deadline. I needed time, without anyone counting it.
Anger, meant as a push
Someone close to me often got angry, believing it would push me to move. It didn't push me forward. It pushed me further inside myself, where it was quieter.
Pity
Pity was perhaps the hardest. It made me feel smaller, like something broken that people walked around carefully. I didn't want to be looked at that way. I wanted to be looked at as me.
What actually helped
Silence.
Even when I was crumbling from pain, words made it worse. What I needed was someone beside me. Not explaining, not fixing, not hurrying me. Just there.
And if they said anything at all, three words were enough:
Don't be afraid.
Because I was afraid. Sometimes I still am. And the only thing that ever helped was knowing I was not alone in it.
If you are afraid tonight, I made a quiet video for you.
If you are the one grieving right now, there is nothing you need to do with this page. Your grief is allowed to take as long as it takes.
And if you are sitting beside someone who is, you don't have to find the right words. You can just stay. If you would like a few gentle words for a card, I gathered some in What to Write When Someone Is Struggling.
Which words stayed with you, the ones that hurt, or the ones that helped? You can tell me. Or you can simply sit with this for a while.
This story has a quiet video too: When You Miss Someone →
With love, from HerWay
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