I'm Trying

I’m trying.

Some days, that’s all I can honestly say.

I’m not thriving. I’m not over it. I’m not the same.

But I’m trying.

I’m trying to get out of bed when the weight of missing you makes me want to pull the covers over my head and stay there.

I’m trying to show up for the people I love—even when I feel like a shadow of who I used to be.

I’m trying to look at memories without the sting being quite so sharp.

I’m trying to live in a world that feels a little dimmer without you in it.

Grief doesn’t come with a timeline or a roadmap. It comes in waves, in whispers, in unexpected moments that knock me sideways.

But even when I’m hurting, I’m still trying.

To laugh again. To breathe a little deeper. To find small moments of light.

To honor you by continuing to live—even when it’s hard.

Some days, trying is all I have.

And maybe that’s enough.

Not perfect. Not healed. Not whole.

Just trying.

One breath. One day. One moment at a time.