Shared Experiences!♡
Hey hey, everyone coming across this post. I hope you're doing well. 💛
Grief and loss, is something I feel most of us have experienced in different forms, with varied intensity of emotions, thoughts and emotional reactions to it.
As earth-shatteringly difficult it is to experience loss of some kind and do not even get me started on loss of a love one hehe (oh but I definitely will come here too💛), or cope with it, I feel something that remotely, I say remotely because I'm not much of the opinion that anything ever truly helps or fills the void in your life and the hole in your heart! (Much love to you if you feel the same and Kudos to you if you found something that helped you in any way💛).
Again, I feel something that *remotely* helps is that we aren't alone in our experiences!
It's not like "seeing someone else in pain makes you feel better about yours", more like "seeing someone feel what you do, say what you cannot and understand what you find incomprehensible somewhere, somehow, in whatever small quantity possible too, makes you feel *seen*, makes your pain feel seen, reminds you that what you experienced is 'worthy' of a reaction from you, also helps you understand your feelings better, because sometimes you're not even sure what to really call that 'sudden feeling of a big lump forming in your throat when you're sitting around people giggling and doing their thing' when everything feels 'okay' around you".
(Apologies for getting carried away haha, I'm not proof-reading this one, and it's just something straight from my heart, hopefully to yours, typos included😅)
Anyway, circling back again, what I find remotely helpful is the idea of shared experiences, of people connected in their grief! Which is why I love reflecting on how someone perceives loss and grief for them, hearing what they have to say about it too!
Sometimes it's these shared experiences, heart felt words and raw emotions that remind me I'm not alone, and a lot of times, this is comforting to know!
Going forward, I'd like to share some quotes I find comforting with the hope that anyone coming across them here can have a little "oh you see it too?" moment, knowing they aren't alone either and someone has had experienced something as they have and stood by to share it with the world also. The massive amount of courage it takes to talk about it, to relive all of it all over again, to be *brave* for comforting someone else! Most people may not even realise how inspiring they are! 💛
Please feel welcome to share any quotes you like that provide you comfort or reflect on any you see here also! 💛
I've learned through personal and professional experience grief can be a time of tremendous inner growth and discovering new things about yourself. It can lead to a sort of "rebirth of the soul" for the bereaved. It's in the amazing powers of retrospective thinking that one see's it.
@SoulThought That is such a powerful realisation, I agree too about how transforming of an experience it is~ love usually is. 💛
The grief of time passing, of life moving on half-finished, of empty spaces that were once bursting with the laughter and energy of people we loved. As long as there is love there will be grief because grief is love's natural continuation. It shows up in the aisles of stores we once frequented, in the half-finished bottle of wine we pour out, in the whiff of cologne we get two years after they've been gone.
Grief is a giant neon sign, protruding through everything, pointing everywhere, broadcasting loudly, "Love was here."
In the finer print, quietly, "Love still is."
-Heide Priebe
@Sunisshiningandsoareyou
It is a bitter sweet quote on love and grief, Sunshine! 🌞💖🥺💖
That's true, there is love in grief for we won't grief the lost if we don't love (°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡💗
The sweet part is that love prevails (◍•ᴗ•◍)
@VictoriaLove7 Nicely put, Vic. 🫂💖 *hugs* 🫂💖
@Sunisshiningandsoareyou
💖*hugss vvv tightttt*🥺🤗💖
@Sunisshiningandsoareyou
Sometimes the hardest part isn’t the loss…
It’s pretending you’re still whole after it.
You sit there, surrounded by noise, laughter, life going on—
But inside, it’s quiet… too quiet.
Like something in you stopped,
And no one noticed.
There’s this weight in your chest you can’t name,
a kind of emptiness that doesn’t scream—
It just stays.
I used to think I had to fight it,
fix it, bury it…
But I’m starting to realize
Maybe healing isn’t about escaping the darkness.
Maybe it’s about learning how to sit in it
without losing yourself.
And maybe…
just maybe…
knowing someone else feels this too
is the only light we get for now. 🖤
OpenAI. (2026). AI-generated artwork inspired by Linkin Park themes of loss and healing [Digital image]. ChatGPT (DALL·E).
@tingtingxin
Soooo beautiful and touching. 💛 Indeed quite comforting to know we aren’t alone in our darkness and that we don’t really have to escape it, sometimes just sitting in it is what might be needed. Just a quiet kind of acknowledgment that even if no one else sees us, our pain or how difficult it must’ve been to keep showing up for the current reality which still feels quite unfamiliar and forced to us, we do and it counts. 💛
Loved this. Thank youu for sharing. 🫂
@Sunisshiningandsoareyou
“You will lose someone you can’t live without,and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.”
―
@Madibear567 Raw, real and soo relatable. Love this, Madi thanks for sharing.💖
@Sunisshiningandsoareyou
I never expected an online account to affect me this deeply.
About seven hours ago, my member account was deactivated.
I know some people might think, "It's just an account."
But to me, it wasn't just an account.
Over the past days, I had already been under a tremendous amount of stress. There had been misunderstandings, difficult interactions, and situations that left me feeling confused, hurt, and emotionally exhausted. I was already struggling to sleep before the deactivation happened.
Then today, my member account was suddenly deactivated.
That was the moment everything became even harder.
Since then, I have felt like my mind has been trapped in an endless cycle of worry.
I keep asking myself what happened.
I keep wondering if anyone will review the full context.
I keep hoping someone will understand that there is a real person behind the screen.
The stress has affected me physically.
I have barely eaten.
I feel nauseous when I try.
My eyes are swollen from crying.
My chest feels heavy.
My body is exhausted, but my mind refuses to rest.
I feel like a walking zombie.
Not because I want attention.
Not because I am trying to be dramatic.
But because this situation has genuinely overwhelmed me.
The hardest part is the uncertainty.
I submitted my appeal and now all I can do is wait.
Five to seven days can sound short when written on a screen.
But when you're constantly worried, checking for updates, replaying conversations in your head, and wondering whether you'll ever get a chance to explain yourself, every hour feels endless.
I am trying to stay calm.
I am trying to stay hopeful.
But the truth is that I have cried so much that my eyes hurt.
I feel mentally exhausted.
I feel emotionally drained.
I feel scared of what happens next.
More than anything, I wish my account could be reviewed carefully and fairly, with the full context taken into consideration.
I am not asking for special treatment.
I am only asking to be understood.
Right now, I feel like I am carrying a weight that I cannot put down.
I know there are bigger problems in the world.
I know other people are suffering too.
But this pain is real to me.
This stress is real to me.
This uncertainty is real to me.
And tonight, as I sit here unable to sleep, unable to stop thinking, and unable to stop hoping for a response, I just wish for one thing:
A chance to be heard before being judged.
That is all I want.
A chance to be heard.
@Sunisshiningandsoareyou I really relate to the part about shared experiences making you feel seen. Sometimes grief can feel really isolating, especially when everything around you seems normal while you’re still carrying so much inside. Hearing someone put a feeling into words that you couldn’t explain yourself can be strangely comforting. I think that’s why quotes and stories about grief can mean so much, even if they don’t take the pain away. 💛
@Sunisshiningandsoareyou
Thank you for sharing these words. I'm here new and this is my first thread. And somehow, I want to express my own inner pain about something that is quite nuanced and complex to simplify in words, but I want to be untamed and unfiltered about it. I want to permit myself to express whatever comes freely without modifying it.
I'm going through a really trying time in my life. And it is about my relationship with my dad. I have been in my house for the last 6 months or so. Long story short, after completing my graduate school from another city, I returned back home to pursue my future career goals from that place itself. Living at that place for one long year, my parents and me, all of us were going through difficult times, we had to change our location, move to a new place, and I used to feel uncared, unseen, unloved in that house. After discovering that, my mental health was deteriorating day by day and I could not focus on my goals, I decided to move out of my place to my maternal home. I lived there for another long year and when I had that inner space, all the resentment I had with my dad's behavior and complete ignorance about me and my mother's mental and emotional state, I felt maybe, I needed to change my inner beliefs about him. I thought maybe he was worried in that house, so he acted that way with both of us.
Living in my maternal home, I explored a lot about myself, went into healing processes, therapy and started a personal healing blog. The Universe supported me in living a free and reasonably fulfilling life. But then, when we shifted to the new home, I came back here to my parents' new home where I reside today. For the last 2-3 months, as an adult, I have had a lot of discussions with my dad. Every time disagreements of perspective occurred between us, I used to find myself in a very tender place, not as simple as choosing my authenticity or finding a middle ground with him. It was that emotion I carried across every interaction with him, "A deeper painful sense of heaviness every time I chose my individuality."
And it would have been easier if I would have shouted, screamed and acted like an arrogant, harsh child to convey my thoughts. Instead, every time, I gave more than I had within me to stay soft with him and at the same time, lovingly find a middle ground. The Universe supported me in choosing my authenticity every time. But today where I stand, I find myself in a place where I'm asked to lose myself and my inner conviction just to stay connected to him, just to feel loved and belonged in his space.
And even if I abandon myself, there is still no guarantee that I'll feel belonged and loved unconditionally.
Objectively, I know, I am asked to choose myself unapologetically, to stand with my conviction even under pressure to leave or abandon it. But what about my inner ache? What about realizing that I'm fighting this battle with the very person who gave me birth?
In every relationship, I have always chosen to reconciliate and love unconditionally, accept unconditionally but I never get it from him. Never ever. Why? Why what I offer so freely is never reciprocated to me freely? Instead, I am sidelined and abandoned like my emotions, my presence is all about giving and giving, and not receiving? Why my 'no' is a gateway that shows me his reality every time? I don't feel that inner desire to talk or communicate anything with him anymore, not because I am tired, but because I don't have any hopes anymore.
And I speak this from a very grounded, discerning place. Sometimes, we are so familiar to chaos that we stop thinking we are deserving of a good, peaceful life. And somehow, I know if I interact, I will drop myself to such a deeper blind well that coming up would feel like unloading 2000 kg of big sacks from my back. Is that what I deserve?
In my relationship with him today, I just see a dead dynamic where pride, arrogance and loathing has replaced his love. He chooses to blame us, guilt trips us, create a toxic environment at home than leave his ego and pride to love us.
I feel like the Arjuna of Mahabharata who was asked to fight his own loved ones to stand by his truth. And that is so painful. Forgiveness is allowed but when you see a repeatedly harmful emotional behavior, i don't know whether it's deliberate or habitual, you have to save yourself from it, because nobody comes to save you and maybe in my life, it's not even my father.
I hold that grief. And yet I want to outgrow this life. I want to trust the unseen and have faith in the Divine that I will be supported and guided. All I want is, despite breaking down, I don't want to shatter myself in the battleground, I want to hold my courage and my strength bravely bruised.
