This past year I've spent time away from things I enjoyed due to grief from the passing of a loved one.

Time becomes surreal. Simple things become more difficult. You don't enjoy certain things in the way that you once did. It's not inherently good or bad, it's just different. Routines begin to change just to feel something - an electric tingle, rewiring of the brain - new patterns are created for distraction, not purpose, bordering self-destruction.

You come to realize you're just kinda falling through all this and when you eventually land, you shake it off and start moving in any direction, trying not to look back. You begin to make small changes again, like updating a profile page or editing interests, slowly engaging in things that mean something to you.

I would discuss bitcoin with this person, showed them and explained to them nostr. It was one of the last things we were bonding over. It has been easier with time, but that void will always be there.

This grief is a non-linear journey, a spiral back into myself into realizing what really matters, yet the process itself is different for everyone. But it is a process. It does and will take time. No one is truly alone in their grief, and thats hard to see in the middle of the fall, before you land, before you rebuild everything.

Hug your loved ones closer and harder this holiday season. Bond over common ground, not the differences. Be more gentle with yourself and others. Be kind but take no shit, and if you're grieving, just remember you are not alone in it

🫂💜

You have all the time in the world, until you don't.

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