Grief broke my heart & fogged my mind 🩷🌫️
Grief doesn’t always look like tears. Since my dad died on June 19, 2026, I’ve learned that sometimes grief looks like forgetting why I walked into a room, struggling to focus, feeling completely exhausted, and using every ounce of strength just to finish the smallest task.
Some days, my mind feels wrapped in fog. I’m struggling more than I know how to explain, and my heart is still learning how to live in a world without my dad. I miss him so deeply.
I’m reminding myself that I’m not losing my mind—I’m grieving someone I love. Grief has no schedule, so right now, I’m taking life one day… sometimes one moment… at a time.
Even when I can’t see through the fog, I’m choosing to believe God is still beside me.
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted.” — Psalm 34:18 🩷🌫️
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Amen and thank you for posting this. Sometimes people think grief is only tears and depression, but you’re exactly right. Grief can materialize as fog, over planning, and even uncontrollable laughter. Each person processes grief in their own way and in their own time. No one has the right to tell another person how to grieve or when it should end. My best friend lost her husband 2 years ago and she is still grieving. I know she didn’t grieve like I would, but I’ve let her grieve in her own way.