“You aren’t falling apart. You’re well beyond that. You’re just rattling along now. Elven dolls doing what little you can to gather the pieces as they fall away. But you don’t know how to properly reattach them—a doll does not repair itself. So you hug those brittle fragments to your chest until you simply cannot hug anymore. Until you’ve had to leave so many behind that you no longer remember what it is you’re missing.” LossDespairDepressionDefeatSurrenderMental IllnessGrievingFalling Apart Book:Where Madness Roosts Source: Where Madness Roosts
“She did not belong to the healthy group of widows and widowers who, after mourning, would nurture the seed of their grief into growing from loss—perhaps continuing the dreams of the lost, or learning to cherish alone the things they’d cherished together. She belonged instead to the sad lot who clung to grief, who nurtured it by never moving beyond it. They’d shelter it deep inside where the years padded it in saudade layers like some malignant pearl.” LossGriefGrievingGrief And LossBereavementGrief QuotesWidowhoodWidowWidower Book:A Star-Reckoner's Lot Source: A Star-Reckoner's Lot