Kennice Setiadi

I thought I would be fine after two weeks. I genuinely believed that. That I would grieve, process it, and then go back to normal, or even come back stronger. But I was wrong. Grief does not follow a schedule. It appears at random, in quiet moments, in the middle of ordinary days. It reminds me of something strange: when I used to play The Sims , and a character would occasionally stop what they were doing just to cry after losing someone. I used to think that was exaggerated. Now I understand. That is exactly what it feels like. This was not my first experience with grief. I was twelve when my grandma passed away, and I remember grieving deeply. Back then, grief was loud. I cried openly. I screamed. It was overwhelming, but it was also clear. This time, it feels different. The sadness is still there, just as heavy, but quieter. I do not cry the same way. I cannot release it the way I used to. It lingers instead. Very subtle, but persistent, and difficult to process. I find myself sitt...