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They say time heals all wounds, but time has no hands.
Grief doesn’t move in straight lines. It crashes like waves.
For many, the loss is recent. Raw. And they’re left sitting in the wreckage—unable to sleep, eat, or breathe normally. The world continues, but they are still paused at the moment everything changed.
This is for them. For the ones who whisper, “I don’t know how to go on.” and for the ones holding space for them.