How do I process grief without feeling like I'm falling apart completely?

Mirabai knew something about this—she loved so fiercely that loss nearly broke her open. But she didn't look away. She wrote about it. She danced it. She let herself be undone, and in that undoing, found something like freedom. Grief doesn't need to be managed into neat boxes. It needs to be felt, usually in smaller pieces than we think we can handle. Let yourself have a morning where you cry in the shower. Let yourself have an afternoon where you're almost okay. Both are real. Both matter. What actually helps: name one specific thing you miss—not "them" but the sound of their laugh, the way they made coffee, their terrible jokes. Sit with that one thing for five minutes. Not to fix it. Just to acknowledge it existed and still exists in you. That specificity—that's what keeps grief human instead of abstract. You're not falling apart. You're doing the ancient, difficult work of loving something you can't hold anymore. That takes more strength than you think you have. Start there.