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Nobody handed me a script for this kind of grief. There was no loss to point to. No death. No relationship ending. No external event that anyone would have recognized as a before and after. Just a slow recognition: the version of myself I had believed in — the one who would exist by now — didn’t. Not because something went catastrophically wrong. But because the decisions I made were real, and they cost other decisions, and some of those doors I hadn’t fully acknowledged as closed. Psychologists call it ambiguous loss. Grief without a recognizable object. It doesn’t get a funeral. Nobody asks how you’re holding up. There’s no socially sanctioned period of mourning. So most women carry it quietly — and call it anxiety, or restlessness, or the vague dissatisfaction they can’t fully justify. It’s grief. What I’ve learned: you can’t resolve it without naming what you’re mourning. Not vaguely — specifically. The version of me that didn’t take that path. The work I didn’t pursue. The version of the relationship I believed in for longer than was honest. When you name it specifically, you can grieve it specifically. And when you grieve it, you stop carrying it as a permanent low-grade weight. The mourning has to happen. One way or another. … The body under unprocessed grief — including ambiguous grief — DOESN’T distinguish between types of loss. It registers the unresolved activation. The emotional arousal that has no outlet accumulates. It shows up in sleep. In baseline inflammation. In the persistent fatigue that isn’t physical in origin. The body keeps the record. And it doesn’t close the account until something is processed — not managed, not suppressed, not rationalized. Named. Felt. Set down. It doesn’t matter how long it’s been waiting. It responds to the same process.

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