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11/05/2025

11/05/2025

11/05/2025

Learning to live in the aftermath and still believe in tomorrow.

I.R.💜

08/27/2025

After experiencing the death of a loved one, it’s normal to feel like you’re lost at sea in a storm, upheaved by wave upon wave of grief. It’s also normal to desperately search for a safe harbor—in whatever form that takes. But there is good news and a light in this storm. The Lord is here. He’s our rock and protection, and we can turn to Him with all our worries, fears, and anxieties. We can give Him our grief.

Find more of this kind of help in “Reflections,” a guided journal by GriefShare: https://heal.gs/44WhA09.

07/30/2025

I’m not the same person I was before they died.

Some of it… I’m proud of.
I’m softer now.
More patient.
More aware of what really matters.

But some of it?
It hurts to admit.
I zone out in the middle of conversations.
I forget why I walked into a room.
I get quiet in groups where I used to shine.

Grief changed me.
It stripped me bare, then slowly started stitching me back together —
but not the same way.

If you’ve lost someone, you probably feel it too.
That shift. That quiet knowing that you’ll never go back to the “before” version of yourself.

But maybe we’re not meant to.
Maybe this version — wounded and wise —
holds a depth the old one never could.

I.R.💜

Tell me one way you’ve changed since your loss — the good, the bad, or both.
Your story might be exactly what someone else needs to read today.

07/20/2025

Grief turned me into a stranger wearing my own face.

I do the things I’m supposed to do.
I answer messages.
I show up.
I say, “I’m fine.”
But I don’t recognize the person doing any of it.

The person I used to be—before loss—laughed without guilt.
Had energy. Made plans.
Knew how to feel present in a moment.

Now I drift through most days in a body that feels borrowed.
Going through the motions.
Smiling because people expect it.
Moving forward—but not really here.

I miss them.
But I also miss me.

The version of me that died the same day they did.

Izzy Roe

07/20/2025

Please stop telling me they’re in a better place.

Maybe those words comfort you, but they don’t land gently for me.

Because the best place—the only place—I ever wanted them to be…
was here.
With me.
Living.
Breathing.
Laughing.
Even arguing.

A “better place” would have been growing old. Falling in love. Blowing out candles. Coming home. Sending a text. Leaving dishes in the sink.

Grief isn’t soothed by the idea that they’ve moved on to somewhere brighter.
Grief aches for where they are not.

So if you’re not sure what to say to someone who’s grieving, it’s okay to just say:
“I don’t know what to say, but I’m here.”
Or
“I miss them too.”

Because no matter what anyone tells you—the best place was here.

I.R.💜


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07/15/2025

07/13/2025

07/13/2025

Ever felt tired in your soul, not just your body?

Grief fatigue is real — and it doesn’t care what day of the week it is.

While the world stretches, sleeps in, and makes weekend plans, some of us wake up to the same ache we carried yesterday. The same exhaustion no nap can fix.

It isn’t just feeling “tired.” It’s:
✨ Forgetting what you walked into a room for
✨ Snapping at people you love over nothing
✨ Staring at your phone but having no energy to reply
✨ Feeling physically heavy, like your bones remember the grief even when your mind tries to forget
✨ Not caring about the to-do list because survival is enough

And you are not alone in this.

People will ask what you’re doing today. Maybe the answer is surviving. Or sitting quietly with memories. Or getting through one breath at a time.

That is enough.

To those carrying this invisible, bone-deep weariness — I see you. You belong to a quiet, brave community that understands the kind of tired grief brings.

What’s one small thing that’s helped you rest your heart, even for a moment? 💜

07/13/2025

Nobody warns you how grief rewrites you.

It doesn’t just break your heart — it changes how you see the world, how you trust people, how you carry joy, how you show up.

I’m not who I was before this. I probably never will be.

Some days I miss her.
Some days I’m proud of the one who survived.

If you get it, you get it.

I.R. 💜

07/05/2025