When you’ve lived almost an entire year of your life under a dark cloud of sadness & grief, you almost get used to it. It becomes what you know & you adjust to living in it. But when that all changes, what do you do?
If I’m happy does that mean I can’t be sad? If I move on, does that mean I’m forgetting something important? If I smile more than I cry, does that mean I’m finally over my grandpa’s death?
It’s a hard thing to accept: death. It’s a hard thing to deal with. It changes your life forever. It changes you forever. But it doesn’t have to forever be the thing you live out of.
Because when the good finally comes, it’s okay to let the bad go further & further away. It’s okay to be moving on. It’s okay to be happy again. It is okay to accept the new place that your life is in.
It’s okay, I promise. It really is.
— abbey kay
*brought to you by a girl who writes these pieces half the time to remind herself of these things too