Basic Bitch Grief Ritual

🖤 Who This Is For

This is for the ones who light candles and call it healing but still ache when the wax cools.

For the ones who write affirmations in pretty journals, but never quite believe them.

For the ones who’ve said, “I’m fine,” one too many times, when what they meant was, “I’m unraveling, but I’m still here.”

You, my darling, are the reason this ritual exists.

You, with your soft heart and strong perfume, your deep sighs and quiet bravery.

You’ve done the basic bitch version of grief 

clean, polite, digestible.

Now it’s time for the swamp version.

The one where you get dirty.

Where grief drips, breath shakes, mascara runs, and magic hums under your skin.

You don’t have to know what you’re doing, that’s my job.

I’m the Swamp Mistress.

I’ll hold the lantern while you unbutton your composure.

All you have to do is show up and let yourself feel.

Welcome to the deep end, babe.

You won’t leave the same.

— The Swamp Mistress ☠️🐍💖