11/27/2025
There’s a kind of exhaustion that holidays bring when you’re grieving...
a quiet ache that makes the thought of being around people feel overwhelming....even when those people love you.
Part of you wants to stay home, wrap yourself in silence, and protect the pieces of your heart that still feel too fragile to expose.
And another part of you feels guilty for needing space…
guilty that you don’t have the energy to pretend you’re okay…
guilty that the world expects you to show up like nothing changed.
It’s a tug-of-war nobody sees:
🖤 wanting to avoid the empty chair and the memories that hit too hard
🖤 wanting to be included, but not knowing if you can handle it
🖤 wanting comfort, but dreading the weight of conversations and eyes watching your grief
If you choose to stay home, it’s okay. If you show up and leave early....it’s okay. If you smile and then cry in the bathroom...it’s okay. If this year looks different, it’s okay.
Protecting your heart is not selfish. It’s survival.
And the people who truly love you will understand.
🕯️ Be gentle with yourself this Thanksgiving. Your grief is real. Your heart matters.
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