24/10/2025
This is something that is a normal part of the grieving process, but often takes people by surprise. 🤍🕊️
That moment catches you off guard.
The jealousy.
The quiet, shameful kind that creeps in when you see someone else still living the life you lost.
You catch a glimpse — a daughter hugging her mom, a couple arguing over dinner plans, a dad laughing on the phone — and something twists in your chest.
You don’t want to feel it, but you do.
Because they still get what you don’t.
You’d never wish them harm, you’re not that kind of bitter.
But for one second, you’d trade everything just to have what they have again.
Just one more ordinary day.
Just one more chance to complain about something that doesn’t even matter.
And then the guilt hits.
Because grief messes with your heart like that —
it makes you jealous of the living,
and you hate yourself for it.
This jealousy doesn’t mean you’re bitter or cruel.
It means you loved someone so deeply that watching others live what you lost hurts like hell.
It’s grief, showing up wearing envy’s face.
