💔 Why Do We Treat Grief Like an Inconvenience?
Grief is the invisible backpack every one of us eventually has to carry. Yet somehow, our society treats it like a purse you should tuck neatly under your chair and get back to work by Monday morning. 🤯 It’s wild when you really think about it.
We offer weeks of support if someone is physically ill, and thank goodness for that. But for grief, the emotional hurricane 🌪️ that tears through the heart and changes everything, we get… three days? Maybe five if someone important enough dies.
What a cruel calculation.
What a frightening misunderstanding of what it means to be human. 🫀
In olden days, mourning was seen and acknowledged. People wore black 🖤 or tied armbands around their sleeves. The world had to notice.
Even Scarlett O’Hara hated those symbols, but they served a purpose:
They told the community:
“Someone they loved has vanished from the world.
Treat this person gently.” 🤲
Today, we sprint back into routines, slap on the “I’m fine!” mask 😐, and hope nobody hears the crack in our voice. Loss becomes a private battle instead of a shared human experience.
Companies hand out bereavement leave like they’re rationing emotional oxygen.
📌 Lose a parent? 3 days
📌 Lose a partner? Maybe 5
📌 Lose the piece of your heart that shaped your life?
➡️ Better get back to your emails
It’s absurd. It’s cruel.
It denies our most basic human truth:
Grief is a catastrophic illness of the soul. 💥🖤
It alters the brain.
It weakens the body.
It changes every waking moment.
And instead of support, we are asked to pretend everything is normal.
We cannot call ourselves a “civilized society” if we refuse to honor grief.
Empathy is our greatest human technology. 🤝
Without it, our survival as a species? Not guaranteed.
Because a world that ignores suffering… forgets how to care.
Maybe the world we need is one where grief is visible again. Not to wallow in sadness, but to say:
“This person is grieving.
Make space for their healing.” 🌱
Imagine if someone could wear a small symbol after a loss:
a pin 🎗️, a bracelet 📿, a ribbon 🪢.
Not a mark of pity
But a reminder to treat them with patience and gentleness.
A quiet message:
“Please walk beside me while I hurt.” 💞
This isn’t just nostalgia.
This is a blueprint for a kinder future.
A world where grief isn’t rushed.
Where love is honored even in its most painful form.
We can build that world
One compassionate choice at a time. 🕊️✨
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