They Say, “At Least You’re Alive”—But They Don’t Understand
You’re surviving. But it doesn’t feel like living.
Hostage Negotiations
They mean well.
“At least you’re alive.”
As if that’s the goal.
As if breathing counts for everything
when every breath feels borrowed,
when your body is no longer yours.
But you miss living.
Moving without calculation.
Laughing without flinching.
Sleeping without interruption.
Waking without dread.
Now every moment is a trade.
A quiet negotiation between what hurts
and what needs to get done.
What you want
and what your body won’t allow.
You smile when they ask how you’re doing.
You deflect.
Because telling the truth
feels like dragging them into a war they’ll never have to fight.
So you say, “I’m fine.”
Because if you don’t,
they look at you like you’re broken.
Or worse—like you’re failing at being hopeful.
But inside, you’re tied to the pain.
Chained to it.
Bartering with it like a hostage,
trying to get through the day
without making it angry.
One wrong move,
and the cost is hours, days—
sometimes pieces of yourself
you know won’t come back.
You mourn what was.
Not in loud sobs,
but in the silence of turning down invitations,
canceling plans,
watching the world move on
while you sit in the same place,
counting pills
and pretending it’s enough.
They say, “At least you’re alive.”
And you nod.
Because arguing takes too much energy.
And grief like this doesn’t make headlines.
You’re alive. But no one sees the version of you that died to make that true.
Still Sitting With It?
Sometimes the ache doesn’t move. It lingers. It asks for more. You don’t have to act yet. You can stay here. Feel deeper. Or follow it into something else that hurts in a different shape.
Stay in This Pain
You Named Them—But No One Else Will
You named them, but they were never born. This post reflects the raw, silent grief of miscarriage, where the pain is often overlooked, but the love for what could have been remains. It’s the grief of naming a life that never got the chance to grow, but whose memory lives on in your heart.
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Grief That Doesn’t Flinch: Stories That Cut to the Core
You won’t find platitudes here.
These aren’t guides or soft words—they’re raw, unfiltered reflections from the edge of real loss. If you’ve ever felt like no one understands what this actually feels like, these are for you.
Pain that lingers. Regret that echoes. Love that didn’t get its goodbye.
These stories don’t offer healing.
They offer truth.
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What you do with pain matters.
You can carry it. Or you can let it change what you still have.
🕯️ You Still Have a Body That Carries You
Grief from illness, loss of strength, or fading fertility can swallow your sense of self. But even in that hollowing, there’s something left—this body, this breath, this moment.
Cherishing your health isn’t about ignoring what’s been lost. It’s about holding what remains like it matters—because it does. The hands that still reach. The voice that still speaks. The quiet persistence of being here.
Honor what endures. Not as a distraction—but as defiance.
💝 Want to make sure no one else slips through your fingers?
Some people are still here. Still breathing. Still waiting to be loved the way you didn’t know how to before.
Don’t wait for another eulogy to say what you should’ve said yesterday.
Still Here?
The pain didn’t leave—but maybe you’re ready to walk with it instead of running from it.
Healing doesn’t start with answers. It starts with honesty. And you’ve already proven you can feel this deeply.
Now let’s see what living with it could look like.
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Not All Grief Ends in Darkness.
For some, the ache softens. For others, it sharpens what matters.
Whatever path you’re on—these journeys are here to help you make sense of it all, one honest step at a time.
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