Grief has a way of sneaking into the room even when no one invites it. It doesn’t knock, it doesn’t ask permission it just sits heavy in your chest and changes the way you see everything.
When you lose someone, whether to death, distance, or silence, the world keeps moving like nothing happened. Classes still go on. People still laugh. The sun still rises. And yet inside, it feels like time froze, like you’re stuck in a place everyone else has left behind.The hardest part is how personal grief is. No one feels it the same way you do. Some people want to fix it, tell you “you’ll be fine” or “just be strong.” But grief isn’t something you fix. It’s something you carry. Some days the weight feels lighter, other days it presses you flat to the ground.
The hardest part of grief for me is that I don’t always talk about it. I think,I pray,I hold it in quietly because sometimes words feel too small to carry the weight of what I feel. People see me smiling, moving, living life, but inside there are moments I’m still holding back tears. Not because I don’t trust others, but because grief feels too sacred to put on display. It’s like carrying a secret conversation between me and God alone and that’s where I find my peace in prayer. When the silence gets too heavy, when the questions in my heart have no answers, I remind myself that God sees it all. He doesn’t need me to explain, He just needs me to lean.
I don’t think we ever “get over” grief. We just learn to live alongside it. To let it soften us instead of harden us. To let it remind us that every connection, every laugh, every moment of love, is a gift worth holding close while we still can.I don’t always understand why things happen. Why some people leave too soon. Why relationships I thought would last suddenly end. Why loss feels like an unwanted shadow. But I do know this: God does everything for a reason. Even when the reason doesn’t make sense to me, I believe He’s weaving something bigger than my pain.Grief doesn’t go away, but with God, it shifts. It becomes less of a wound and more of a reminder. A reminder that I loved, that I was loved, and that nothing is wasted in His plan.
So no, I don’t always talk about it. But I think,I pray and I trust that even in grief, God is still good.
Signing off, but the 20s journey never stops. Stay tuned
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