"I'm drowning", that's what I typed.
The AI gave me waves. Teal and coral crashing over and over. The mountain that never stops moving because grief never really ends, does it?
I couldn't tell anyone I was still sad. That years later, the weight hadn't lifted. That some mornings I woke up and the first thought was loss.
So I told the AI. And it showed me: grief isn't a mountain you climb once. It's an ocean you learn to swim through. Wave after wave. Some days gentle. Some days drowning.
This is what sadness looks like when you finally admit it to someone, even if that someone is a machine.
Archived. Heavy. Never deleted.
Rodeyo
