Awkwardly Introverted

Venting and grief often go hand in hand. Expressing the weight of loss can provide a release from the overwhelming emotions that accompany it. Grief doesn’t always manifest in tears or sadness; it can come through frustration, confusion, or moments of anger. Venting allows us to acknowledge the pain that feels too heavy to carry silently. It’s a necessary part of the healing journey, helping us make sense of what’s been left behind. Grief doesn’t announce itself. It doesn’t ask for permission to invade your life. It arrives in quiet waves, catching you off guard when you think you’re okay. It’s the kind of pain that seeps into your soul, a heaviness that settles deep within you. For me, grief has been a constant companion since I lost my best friend, Mark. His death lingers in my heart like an open wound, a reminder of how unfair life can be. Mark wasn’t just my friend—he was family. He was the one I could rely on, the person who always sensed when something was wrong. When I was in th...

Venting and grief often go hand in hand, as expressing the weight of loss can provide a sense of release from the overwhelming emotions that accompany it. Grief doesn’t just manifest in tears 😢 or sadness 😔; it can also come through frustration 😤, confusion 🤷🏾‍♀️, or moments of anger 🤬😡. When we vent, we give ourselves permission to acknowledge the pain that may feel too heavy to carry quietly. It’s a way of processing and understanding that loss, even when words can’t fully capture its depth. Venting allows us to feel heard 👂🏾, even if it’s only to ourselves or a trusted space, and serves as a necessary part of the healing journey, where we slowly begin to make sense of what’s been left behind. Grief doesn’t announce itself. It doesn’t ask for permission to invade your life. It comes in quiet waves 🌊, in moments when you least expect it—when you think you’re okay, only to be caught off guard by the sting of loss that seems to come from nowhere. It’s the kind of pain that see...