Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place.

After all, it's all kinds of things that make up a life, right? The big, like falling in love and spending time with your family, and the little....like blow drying your hair, applying concealer, and cursing those magazine inserts. It all counts. It has to.

And trying to break it down this way, to minor and major offenses, maybes and what-ifs, was like arguing over the origin of cracks in a broken egg. It was done. How it happened didn't matter anymore.

Sometimes it seems safer to hold it all in, where the only person who can judge is yourself.

The worst thing you can do if you miss or need someone is let them know it.

I just do the best I can under the circumstances.

Because anyone that can make you feel that bad about yourself is toxic.