grief talk

I’ve started talking about grief more on my instagram account.
My followers number has definitely dropped.
It is difficult to wriggle of 'saying things you think people will want to hear' mode. You know the things that get you the likes. 
I do feel the heaviness of an assumption that people will think ‘oh shut up and get on with it, everyone’s going through something.’
But my gut is telling me to keep talking. 
I’m not coming from a woe is me place.
I’m coming from a space of grief being a big part of my life and not feeling like I should tuck it away.
For 24 years someone was very physically present in my life then suddenly, out of the blue they weren’t.
It’s kind of a mammoth thing.
It doesn’t feel right that this should get brushed under the carpet in order to adhere to social norms.
I want to get across the day-to-dayness of grief.
That it isn’t all doom and gloom. 

It’s just part of the process of living and then not living.
Something we can all be sure of.
There’s no life without death or death without life.
It doesn’t feel right to talk about one and not the other.  
The less it gets talked about the less we know how to engage with our own and other peoples’ grief.
So, I’m encouraging myself to be more vocal, to add to the conversation.
Talking about grief may not be how you express yours. If it doesn’t help you then you should never feel pressured to do it.
You may not want to hear about it either, that’s totally valid too.
We all have our own ways.
We all have to find our own ways.
Grief looks different for everyone but it doesn’t need to get be banished to a dark place.
It can be in the light too.
Grief is remembering.
Grief is honouring.
Grief is love.