Standing in the silence, you are swallowed whole by the cold, dark expanse. The weight of grief is like a heavy fog—dense, suffocating, unmoving, uncaring of you, merciless. You feel the chill, an icy hand tightening around your chest, each breath shallow, as the world presses down on you with a cruel, unrelenting force.

 

It’s as if the ocean itself has become your grave—deep, cold, and silent, pulling you further into the void. Feeling like you are drowning...if you can just stand up -  if someone can just open their eyes and pull you out...

 

You want to scream, to rise above the turmoil inside. But the sound is trapped, caught somewhere in your soul. You are lost in a battle you can’t fight with words or actions, a war against despair and fear, against the heaviness of living when life feels like it’s too much to bear.

 

But just as the darkness threatens to overtake you, something stirs. A shimmer. Only just visible, like a breath of warmth, like the flicker of a flame in the distance. It’s a whisper, a promise that no matter how deep the void, there is something worth fighting for. A glimmer that says: You are not alone. You are not defeated. Even in this moment, in the desperation, there is still light to hold onto, a light that shines just for you!

 

And so, you fight. Not because you have the strength, but because the shimmer, however small, calls to you. Even when it feels impossible, even when the world seems too dark, there is hope. It is in the fight, the rise, the reach for something beyond. It is the refusal to give up, to surrender to the void, because life—your life—is worth living, worth fighting for.​