The Grief-Stained Starter

loss that was passed down, never chosen

Dear Crumbheads,

You carry stories you never heard. Grief you never named. The Grief-Stained Starter ferments silently through generations.

. . .

Let your hand rest where the ache begins. You didn’t choose this, but you’re allowed to feel it.
I wasn’t there for the origin story, but somehow I’m still in the plot.

What ache have you inherited?

You can name it without making it yours forever.