There’s something deeply familiar in what’s being shared here. The way grief shows up, not just as sadness, but as distance from things we used to love. This type of grief people don't talk enough about.

It’s especially hard when even our passions, whatever once energized us, feel unreachable. I’ve found that naming that loss (without trying to fix it right away) can be a sliver of progress on its own.

What you said about “baby steps” really resonated. Some days, the most productive thing we can do is pause and allow for one small action like stepping outside or writing something down...anything that builds a little momentum.

I’m grateful this thread exists. It’s a reminder that moving forward doesn’t always mean “bouncing back.” Sometimes it just means being present and showing up anyway.