Rx: For the one who is grieving something unnamed

Fog with No Shoreline

Not all grief has a name.

Some of it is fog —

a slow grey weight

that comes without a story,

without a date,

without a reason you can explain

to the people who ask

what’s wrong.

You don’t owe them a reason.

Grief does not need a receipt.

Walk slowly.

The fog is not the whole world.

It just feels like it right now.

And the shore

is still the shore,

even when you can’t see it.

Dosage: Read when you feel sad and don’t know why. Repeat until the fog feels like weather, not a permanent address.
Refills: Unlimited. See you next Tuesday.

Prescribed by: Lexi Eller, LCSW-S · Ember & Lighthouse