I mean that metaphorically. Grief is loud, chaotic, and makes no sense. One minute you’re crying into a tub of ice cream, and the next you’re laughing because you found his old “I Heart Bacon” mug. The brain is a jerk like that. It serves up memories like a chaotic TikTok algorithm—random, unfiltered, and sometimes embarrassing.
Here’s a surprising fact: grief actually rewires your brain. Studies show the amygdala (your fear center) goes into overdrive, while your prefrontal cortex (your logic center) takes a nap. So when you find yourself screaming at a jar of pickles, it’s not you being crazy—it’s your brain having a tiny, very loud malfunction. You’re not broken; you’re just rebooting.
