It’s sting is sharp and painful like a needle piercing into one’s skin and slowly draining our blood.

It creeps in like a thief in the night. The only time you’ll see it is in the closet.


Connected to a loss, a tragedy, a death.

Unexplainable. Our unanswered and unspoken questions revolve around our minds, unknown on whether there’s even an end.


He manifests himself in so many ways. A blur between comfort and emptiness.

Sometimes, he masks itself as anger and as depression.

It latches onto me like a winters coat I can not get off. No matter the season I’m in, it stays put.

Take your time when grieving. It’s a process that helps with healing.

Love, Diana


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