Nobody talks about this kind of grief!
Nobody tells you what it’s like to grieve a child who is still alive. To carry a weight that has no funeral, no closure, no moment to cry openly in front of the world. They exist, breathing somewhere, but not with you. Not in your arms. Not in your home. And that absence… it steals your breath.
No one explains how your whole life can collapse overnight, and yet, the world expects you to stand up, smile, and act like everything is perfect. Perfect house. Perfect job. Perfect family. Perfect support networks. Perfect attitude. Perfect relationship. Perfect credit score. Perfect… everything.
They tear you down piece by piece, and then they put a spotlight on you, demanding you perform perfection. Fail once, and they break you down further, making you feel smaller than ever, like you’re failing at being human.
Grief like this isn’t quiet. It doesn’t fit into timelines. It doesn’t make sense to anyone who hasn’t lived it. And yet, you survive. You move. You fight. You keep standing, even when it feels impossible, because surrender isn’t an option—not when your heart is tethered to someone who is out there but not with you.
This kind of pain is invisible. It’s the kind that eats at you in silence, that tests every ounce of strength you didn’t know you had. But surviving it—acknowledging it, feeling it, moving through it—is how you reclaim yourself. You discover a power you didn’t know existed. A resilience so fierce it refuses to be broken. And even when the world demands perfection, you find the courage to be human, to be real, and to keep fighting for what matters most.
Author: Alexis Landrum
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