Sometimes “I can’t” just means “I haven’t yet.”

One of the first thoughts I had early in my grief was, What will I do now? The answers that echoed back were heavy and absolute: I can’t do anything anymore. My whole world ended. I will be sad forever. There is no more hope… nothing is left.

In that moment, it felt true. And if you’ve walked this same road, I suspect you may have felt it too. Grief has a way of convincing us that the chapter is closed, the story is over, and there is no future worth stepping into.

What I see more clearly two years later is that those words—I can’t—were not truth, but pain speaking.

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