At some point, the casseroles stopped coming. The condolence texts slowed and then stopped. The people around you resumed their lives — went back to work, made plans for the weekend, laughed at things — and there you were, still carrying something heavy, still not okay, still unable to explain to anyone how not okay you actually were.
Maybe someone said it’s time to move on. Maybe you said it to yourself, repeating what others told you.
Please hear this: it is okay to grieve. You are not behind schedule. You are not taking too long. And you are not alone.