The Grieving Woman
Symbol: The Cracked Flame
A fire that split—but still burns. A visible seam of survival, glowing at the edges.
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You’re still burning.
But something broke.
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You carry joy, yes—but it hums underneath a layer of dust.
You laugh—but sometimes it catches in your throat.
You get through the day—but there are nights your chest still hollows.
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Whether you lost a person, a future, a place, or a part of yourself—
you’ve walked with absence.
You’ve tasted the quiet that follows the ending.
You know what it means to wake up after.
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And you’re still here.
Still feeling.
Still forming sentences.
Still reaching for life in small, brave ways.
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You are not weak for crying.
You are not broken for aching.
You are not wrong for still carrying love in your body.
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You are not fragile.
You are sacred.​
The cracked parts of you aren’t flaws.
They’re thresholds.
And what passes through them now is holy.​