My friend was murdered and nobody understands
They don't understand. That's the actual response I've been told in response to my grief.
And I get that maybe they truly don't. It's not something I could've fully understood until I experienced it myself. The way it's made me question everything. Stop trusting anyone. I am always angry and sad and scared all at the same time.
She was taken. Stolen from life. We don't know who did it or why. And it hurts. It is so deeply painful in a way I don't even have words for. So yes, I get that they maybe don't feel it the way I feel it or understand it or know how to respond to it.
But even if they don't understand it fully, they can try. They can take a minute to realize that my pain is real and valid and that maybe, just maybe, I can't focus on the things they want me to pour my energy into. That those things feel pointless to me right now.
They don't understand my grief and I don't understand their lack of it.