Thank you for this beautiful reflection on grieving. I'm sorry you're in this difficult place... and as you articulate so well here, it is the only place to be right now. Much resonance for all of us, as there is so much loss to grieve... 🙏🏼 Thank you for sharing.
This sentence—“I am suspended in a loop: the sun rises and sets, the pages of the calendar turn, but in my head, that feels irrelevant. No particular place feels like home.”—is excellent.
I’m a therapist writing a book on breakups and just subscribed. Appreciate this work.
The void Estelle leaves is vast. Your words very well describe the disconnection with what is around us and with time. I feel a drift - untethered. Time flows on uninterrupted, but my perception of it has.
Estelle loved you as her own daughter, believed in you wholeheartedly, will always be with you, and was very proud of who you are and who you are becoming.
Thank you for this beautiful reflection on grieving. I'm sorry you're in this difficult place... and as you articulate so well here, it is the only place to be right now. Much resonance for all of us, as there is so much loss to grieve... 🙏🏼 Thank you for sharing.
This sentence—“I am suspended in a loop: the sun rises and sets, the pages of the calendar turn, but in my head, that feels irrelevant. No particular place feels like home.”—is excellent.
I’m a therapist writing a book on breakups and just subscribed. Appreciate this work.
The void Estelle leaves is vast. Your words very well describe the disconnection with what is around us and with time. I feel a drift - untethered. Time flows on uninterrupted, but my perception of it has.
Estelle loved you as her own daughter, believed in you wholeheartedly, will always be with you, and was very proud of who you are and who you are becoming.