I thought it would get better by now. Husband died 2-6 and I still can't sleep and must force

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59. I swear if I heard "you're so strong" one more time

I got so tired of being told how "strong" I was from people who had no clue what grief actually feels like. It was like they were patting me on the back and giving me a grade on my grief. Grief has nothing to do with "strength"; what choice did I have? Every day is a struggle to get through. Grief is ugly, messy, and not some sort of valiant, noble journey.

Lisa Marie Presley talked about her grief after losing her son, Benjamin, to suicide. She talked about the inanity of being told how "strong" she was. She said, "What does that even mean? Just throw sh*t at me, and I'll survive?"

This is the most difficult journey a human being can walk, and each person's journey is unique to them. Don't ever let anyone try to tell you what yours should look like. Some go off to start foundations in their loved one's honor, some barely make it out of bed, and all sorts of in-between. All are brave, all are real.