Heather Honold
@heatherhonold.bsky.social
Writer, death doula, grief guide. I write about the sacred, strange & deeply human. Come read with me at boneandbloom.co
🖤 Grief
✊ Boundaries
🌿 Nervous system & survival
💀 Death & legacy
🌀 Healing
🔥 Snark & sacred fire
🔮 Spirituality & everyday magic
🖤 Grief
✊ Boundaries
🌿 Nervous system & survival
💀 Death & legacy
🌀 Healing
🔥 Snark & sacred fire
🔮 Spirituality & everyday magic
December 10, 2025 at 7:01 PM
Saying no isn’t dramatic. Sometimes it’s just the best way to keep your feet on the ground. No is a whole sentence and a pretty good shield.
December 10, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Saying no isn’t dramatic. Sometimes it’s just the best way to keep your feet on the ground. No is a whole sentence and a pretty good shield.
People will try to rush your grief because they are uncomfortable. That's not your problem.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
December 9, 2025 at 7:01 PM
People will try to rush your grief because they are uncomfortable. That's not your problem.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
Laughter counts as medicine. Weirdness is a vitamin. Let the day get silly, unfiltered, or odd. You are allowed to be the punchline and the whole joke.
December 9, 2025 at 1:02 PM
Laughter counts as medicine. Weirdness is a vitamin. Let the day get silly, unfiltered, or odd. You are allowed to be the punchline and the whole joke.
December 8, 2025 at 7:01 PM
You don’t have to make your mess mean something. A pile of laundry, a day without a shower, an inbox with a hundred ghosts—none of it cancels your worth.
December 8, 2025 at 1:01 PM
You don’t have to make your mess mean something. A pile of laundry, a day without a shower, an inbox with a hundred ghosts—none of it cancels your worth.
December 7, 2025 at 7:01 PM
Some days you only need to survive by noticing the color of your coffee or the shape of a cloud. Beauty isn’t a lesson—it’s the way your eyes still work.
December 7, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Some days you only need to survive by noticing the color of your coffee or the shape of a cloud. Beauty isn’t a lesson—it’s the way your eyes still work.
Some memories arrive so vividly your breath catches, reminding you how deeply your heart still recognizes what it once held.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
December 6, 2025 at 7:01 PM
Some memories arrive so vividly your breath catches, reminding you how deeply your heart still recognizes what it once held.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
Alone is not a sentence, it’s a blanket. Close the door. Take up all the space in your own quiet. Today, nobody needs a version of you except the one who needs a nap and the room to stretch without words.
December 6, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Alone is not a sentence, it’s a blanket. Close the door. Take up all the space in your own quiet. Today, nobody needs a version of you except the one who needs a nap and the room to stretch without words.
December 5, 2025 at 7:01 PM
Your ache gets a seat at the table. The mess is evidence you are here. No need to tuck it away or name it something sweeter. The heart can be a little wild in winter.
December 5, 2025 at 1:03 PM
Your ache gets a seat at the table. The mess is evidence you are here. No need to tuck it away or name it something sweeter. The heart can be a little wild in winter.
You may feel older inside your grief, as if the loss carved ancient wisdom into places once untouched by sorrow.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
December 4, 2025 at 7:01 PM
You may feel older inside your grief, as if the loss carved ancient wisdom into places once untouched by sorrow.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
Soft is not small. Crying at a song, shivering at dusk, leaving the room before you snap—all these count as survival. Feel what you feel, then let the day pass through you.
December 4, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Soft is not small. Crying at a song, shivering at dusk, leaving the room before you snap—all these count as survival. Feel what you feel, then let the day pass through you.
December 3, 2025 at 7:01 PM
Today, comfort is a bowl of soup, the good mug, socks that don’t match. Let the ordinary be enough. You are not a project. Just be a body with a heartbeat and a favorite taste.
December 3, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Today, comfort is a bowl of soup, the good mug, socks that don’t match. Let the ordinary be enough. You are not a project. Just be a body with a heartbeat and a favorite taste.
You don't have to explain your tears to anyone. They belong to you.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
December 2, 2025 at 7:01 PM
You don't have to explain your tears to anyone. They belong to you.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
Some days, answering nobody is holy work. Silence is an offering. Your peace gets to come first, even if nobody else claps for it.
December 2, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Some days, answering nobody is holy work. Silence is an offering. Your peace gets to come first, even if nobody else claps for it.
Grief sometimes feels like a doorway left open in your chest, letting memories wander through whenever they need to be seen.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
December 1, 2025 at 7:01 PM
Grief sometimes feels like a doorway left open in your chest, letting memories wander through whenever they need to be seen.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
Start this month as a half-finished sentence. Wear the sweater you slept in. Leave your bed unmade. Today, let being unfinished be the point. You’re here, so the story keeps going.
December 1, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Start this month as a half-finished sentence. Wear the sweater you slept in. Leave your bed unmade. Today, let being unfinished be the point. You’re here, so the story keeps going.
Some days grief is a flood. Other days it's a whisper. All of it is sacred.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
November 30, 2025 at 7:01 PM
Some days grief is a flood. Other days it's a whisper. All of it is sacred.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
You've made it through every dark morning you thought might break you. That counts. Even if you're still in the thick of it. Especially then. #lovenotes
November 30, 2025 at 1:01 PM
You've made it through every dark morning you thought might break you. That counts. Even if you're still in the thick of it. Especially then. #lovenotes
Tending to your grief is not indulgent. It is necessary.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
November 29, 2025 at 7:01 PM
Tending to your grief is not indulgent. It is necessary.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
There will be days when your nervous system writes the schedule. You're not lazy, you're simply adapting. Listening to your limits is a sacred act. #lovenotes
November 29, 2025 at 1:01 PM
There will be days when your nervous system writes the schedule. You're not lazy, you're simply adapting. Listening to your limits is a sacred act. #lovenotes
Grief is not just sadness. It is love trying to find a new place to land.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
November 28, 2025 at 7:01 PM
Grief is not just sadness. It is love trying to find a new place to land.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes