IronButterfly

25/07/2025

You hear their voice in the quiet.
You feel their laugh in your chest.
You reach for them in memory.
Grief echoes.

It may fade over time, but it never vanishes.
Because what they gave you…
Still lives in the way you speak, move, and love.

25/07/2025

Those we love don't go away,
they walk beside us every day.
Unseen, unheard, but always near,
still loved,
still missed,
and very dear.

25/07/2025

25/07/2025

Grief is the pearl you never asked for ...
formed in the wound love left behind.

Grief is a precious, painful burden.
It’s the pearl formed inside the shell of your soul ...
from the sharp edges of love lost.

You didn’t choose it.
You didn’t want it.
But here it is ... heavy, holy, and real.

You carry it with you.
Not because you’re stuck.
But because it matters.
Because they mattered.

Grief doesn’t fade because love doesn’t fade.

What has grief taught you ... even through the pain?👇
Let’s give the burden a voice.

🦋

24/07/2025

Grief sneaks in during the quiet moments.
The sunsets. The songs. The ordinary days made extraordinary by memory.

You look around and feel it in your chest:
“You would have loved this.”

That’s not just pain.
That’s proof of presence.
They’re still part of how you see the beauty in the world.

24/07/2025

Grief is a tug-of-war with yourself.
One hand clings to the past ... the other tries to survive the present.

Grief is a maddening dance between holding on and letting go.
It’s a fight between what was and what is.

One moment, the memories feel so real you swear they just happened.
The next, reality slaps you with the truth that they’re not coming back.

It feels like a cruel joke.
Like you're living in a split screen ... one side full of love, the other full of silence.

This is what grief really is:
A love story that didn’t end when they did.

Do your memories feel more real than reality sometimes?
Say it out loud. Someone else is living the same dance.

🦋

23/07/2025

Grief can feel confining...
like you’re trapped in something you can’t escape.
But it’s not a life sentence.

It’s a process.
Unfolding in layers.
Moving through time.
Teaching you how to carry the love that remains.

You’re not locked in. You’re moving through.

23/07/2025

Grief is standing in the same room ... in a completely different world.

Your clothes are in my arms again.
A photo of you in my gaze.

And somehow…
everything seems unchanged.
But you’re not here.

That’s the cruel magic of grief.
The stillness.
The sameness.
The illusion that if you just blink hard enough ... they’ll be back.

But they’re not.
And the shirt doesn’t carry their warmth anymore.
The photo doesn’t blink back.

Grief is holding pieces of a world that doesn’t exist anymore.

What object, space, or moment makes it feel like they’re still here?👇
Let’s name the echoes.

🦋

23/07/2025

Healing doesn’t always look graceful.
Sometimes it looks like isolation, rage, breakdowns, silence… survival.

But messy doesn’t mean wrong.
It means real.

You don’t owe anyone a “perfect” healing story.
You owe yourself honesty, patience, and compassion.

22/07/2025

If I could see you for one second…
I wouldn't speak. I’d just hold you.

If I could peek into heaven ... even for a blink ...
I wouldn’t ask a single question.
I wouldn’t need the answers.

I’d just embrace you.
Because no words could match what I feel.
Because love this deep doesn't speak ... it holds.

I long for that moment more than anything.
Not to talk.
Not to explain.
Just to be in your arms again.

If you had one moment in heaven ... what would you do with it?
Let your love speak.

🦋

22/07/2025

You’re allowed to feel it all.
The sorrow. The rage. The joy. The numbness.
There is no wrong way to feel when you’re grieving.

Don’t silence your heart to comfort others.
Your emotions are not too much. They’re truthful.

May you feel the freedom to feel...fully, fiercely, freely.

20/07/2025

You don’t have to pretend today is easy.
You don’t have to smile for the people who expect you to.
You don’t have to shrink your sadness.

It’s okay to acknowledge that today is hard.

Whether it’s a birthday, a holiday, an anniversary ...
or just another morning where grief hits harder than usual…
You’re allowed to feel it.

May you find strength in their love.
And may your memories bring you peace ... even if just for a moment.

Is today one of those quietly hard days for you?
Let’s hold space for it together.

🦋