It’s Okay to Carry the Pain

It’s Okay to Carry the Pain

Some days feel heavier than others. The kind of heavy that sits behind your eyes and in your chest, quietly reminding you of what’s missing. My girls aren’t here, and that ache doesn’t go away. But I’ve learned something important: it’s okay to carry the pain.

I used to think I had to hide it. That if I smiled enough, stayed busy enough, surrounded myself with love, maybe the grief would loosen its grip. But I’ve realized that carrying it doesn’t mean I’m stuck—it means I’m surviving.

I go to work. I keep myself moving. I lean into the warmth of supportive faces. I let the rhythm of routine hold me when everything else feels uncertain. And even on the bad days, I remind myself: I’ve survived those before. I’ll survive this one too.

Grief doesn’t make me broken. It makes me real. It makes me a mother who still loves fiercely, even in absence. It makes me someone who chooses to keep going, even when the weight is hard to bear.

So today, I’m not fighting the pain. I’m walking with it. I’m letting it be part of me. And I’m trusting that tomorrow will come, just like it always has.

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