The Cozy, Introverted Therapist

Deep dive with me into existentialism, growing older, and mental health insights.

  • I have tried to close the door that grief unlocked

    Over and over again

    But it seeps beneath the cracks

    Finding its way into the crevices of my heart

    Infiltrating every soft, imperceptible sigh

    Hanging onto shoulders already stooping

    From the weight of loss and loneliness.

    I am resilient but not enough to accept uncertainty

    To make sense of words never spoken.

    I am seeking clarity from an elusive jar of memories

    In hopes that it will justify the reasons

    For a heart still relentlessly weeping.

    I am the only one who will understand why

    This grief stole the light from me.