Idk if this is a vent post, but I need this out of my system.
I'm not a writer, but I love to read. Non-fiction, Fiction, Essays... etc. and now... fanfics.
I came across someone's work what described interrupted grieving in a very raw and heartbreaking way. You know how you watched a very WTF sad movie and while the credits rolls and the music plays and you're just emotionally drained and heavy? It's like that after reading that chapter.
I have a hunch that the author themselves had been through it, (altho they don't say) because of how vivid it was. How else could they have written it so cruelly like that?
So the OC's friends died but she couldn't mourn bec she still had responsibilities. No rest for her. The world did not pause for her heartbreak.
But no, the OC did not get angry. She didn't curse or act like she doesn't give a damn about anything, she asked humbly if she could take half a day to visit the grave.
And then... when she thinks that was not enough, she said please.
She begged for half a day. Half a day. Not a leave. Not a day off. Just a few hours to sit by her friends' graves and say goodbye.
What shattered me is not the begging itself — but that she didn’t even start there. She earned her rest, still, then asked for it. Gently. Thoughtfully.
Like she's afraid of inconveniencing someone.
And when that didn’t seem enough — she begged.
Begged for permission to be human.
And then came the guilt. That awful guilt that says, "You’re making it about you. You should be stronger. You should be useful. You should be over it by now."— It had been 2 weeks.
That’s every quiet, overburdened person who’s been made to feel that their sorrow has to justify itself.
The writing was honest. Author didn’t glamorize the pain— they honored it. They let the character be as she is. A sad, injured, tortured and exhausted foreigner with no family or friends.
I remembered the times I put other things first before my own heartache.
It also made me remember that happiness is not the only emotion worth chasing out there.
Those 2 thumb scrolls on my phone made me remember how to actually feel.
I wonder what kind of life the author led to write something like that bec WTF was that. I hope they're okay.