Joy Is Not A Betrayal Of Grief

The laugh escaped before you could stop it, and now the guilt sits heavy in the middle of your afternoon. You feel that enjoying this moment is a betrayal of the one who is gone.

As if joy requires permission from your pain. But the light does not demand that you carry your grief like a badge of loyalty.

There was a man who was set free from his torment, and the light told him simply: go home. Go to your people.

Tell them what happened. He did not have to stay at the tomb to prove he remembered.

He had to live. The kingdom is inside you, not in the endless replaying of the loss.

You are allowed to breathe. You are allowed to find that the absence no longer pierces you with the same force.

That is not forgetting. That is healing.