Grief is mad at me. 🤷🏿‍♀️

Grief is mad at me. I had to take it to work.

I HAD to. I got bills to pay. Grief wanted to wallow, wanted to stay in bed.

Real talk, beloveds, I wanted to indulge grief. For a time, I did. I didn’t boil my eggs. I didn’t make my morning coffee. I didn’t have my early morning quiet time.

I allowed grief to stay in bed. Grief shoulda told me the grumps would wake up with me!😳🤨

I told grief we were going to work. We were going to stay ALL day. We were going to figure it out. Some kind of way.

Grief was mad. Grief wanted to hide from life. I wanted to hide. I couldn’t. I can’t.

I HAVE to keep being about being about it. Some kind of way.

I was smart enough to reach out for support. I was smart enough to CHOOSE to encourage others. Doing so comforted me. Okay, it didn’t. But, still.🤷🏿‍♀️😎

Yea, beloveds, I started the day. I drug grief to work with me. I told grief to shut it.

Grief, in it’s wisdom, got mad at me. Knowing I NEEDED to grieve. Grief told Grace. Grace told Love. Love (ABBA), swept me up into His Arms. He whispered something to my heart. I don’t know what He said.

My heart asked me to trust her. I did. My heart walked me over to Grief. They negotiated a bit of space for me to grieve. Love stood close by. Grace stood outside the door. Jesus quietly took my hand and promised to guard my tears.

I was no longer mad at Grief. I appreciate the space to let my heart do as it needs to. Fresh hell.

I just stopped by to encourage someone. Starting with me.

I promise, beloveds, not to fill my year with loss. I do look forward to 2026. I am hopeful. Okay, not quite yet but I get closer to joy every day.

I’m back to making my coffee. I’m back to getting out of bed and spending my me time of coffee and yakking with mom and now sis.

I’m even back to sharing me with fam and friends. Before, I was giving folk the sanitized version so they wouldn’t worry.

It was because of y’all’s honesty, here, that gave me the courage and permission to be 100 with everyone. Even with me. Especially, with me.

My coffee is getting cold. Would enjoy some company…

hanging in there,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Life is worth living. Even when it’s hard.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

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