08/18/2025
Grief is like glitter.
The moment your world shatters, it’s as if someone threw it into the air — and it rained down over everything. It settles into your skin, your hair, the deepest cracks of your life.
You try to sweep it up, desperate to feel in control of something. You think you’ve cleared it away… until it shows up again. Months later. Years later. In the corner of a picture frame you dust every week. On the sleeve of a sweater you’ve worn a dozen times without noticing it was there. Stuck to the floor where the light hits just right and suddenly it’s undeniable again.
You’ll never get it all. It will always be there — this glitter of grief, catching the light in both beautiful and brutal ways.
