She's not worth it. But you are. You're not grieving for her. You're grieving for you. So when you come out on the otherside, and you will, you won't have to worry about little goofy shit triggering you. When I was running from the feeling, as soon as I felt like I was getting over it, she'd call me, and I'd be triggered as fuck. It's almost like she could feel me disconnecting. But part of me wanted it to work still so her hitting me up would fuck me up, "You know (insert son's name) really misses you." Bruh! That shit was trash.
By grieving it, and her, and her son, and a part of me, I admitted that it all died. There was no running from it because none of it existed anymore. I acknowledged (to myself) that the woman I loved was gone. NOWWW when goofball finds a reason to DM me that shit doesn't even register. I don't even respond. I just smirk and scroll. The woman I loved died. I don't who tf that is in my inbox.
(for reference, this doesn't mean grieving 24/7. It's a mentality. Getcho ass up and do things you love)