" Do not judge your grief, love. Do not rush it or constrict it or attempt to corral it into something the world will understand. Your grief doesn't give a sweet fuck about the rest of the world anyway. Your grief only cares that it is lived and expressed in you, that the fire of her is allowed to burn itself wild until it burns itself out.
It doesn’t have to make sense. It probably won’t. But it won’t be denied. So let it come, live its full expression. Embrace the animal of it until it is spent. It’s going to happen anyway, but if you don’t fight it, if you honor and respect it, your grief fully expressed can be its own wild muse. "

― Jeanette LeBlanc , You Are Not Too Much: Love Notes on Heartache, Redemption & Reclamation