There’s this weird space after everything falls apart.
Not quite peace.
Not quite clarity.
Just… quiet.
You start noticing what’s still there.
What made it through with you.
What didn’t.
And it’s not always deep or profound.
Sometimes you’re just tired.
Sometimes you’re just sitting with yourself thinking,
Okay. So this is what’s left.
It’s strange how grief and relief can show up in the same breath.
How loss clears things out, even if you didn’t ask it to.
And you’re left with this one question:
Now what?
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