Grief is a process of reshaping your reality. One world collapses as a new one slowly moves into place.

A lived reality—experienced or imagined—dies. Someone who was in your life is gone. Something you dreamed of is no longer possible. A future you could see clearly dissolves into nothing.

Your brain is accustomed to a picture of reality, a frame in a story that has passed and cannot be returned to. The agony of grief is the splitting between worlds—living in one while the memory of another still feels real. A longing for something that was and can no longer be.

Eventually, we transition. Through denial and anger, bargaining and depression, we land—somehow—in acceptance.

But never linearly. We cycle back. We revisit. We wake up in the old world and have to remember, again, that it's gone.

And then one day, the past reality fades. Not erased but integrated.

The world that was becomes part of the world that is. The grief doesn't disappear. It just stops splitting you in two.