When Marcus lost his father unexpectedly, the shock hit hard, but he quickly returned to his routine. He went back to work within a week, answering emails, attending meetings, and catching up on tasks as though nothing had changed. His colleagues expressed their condolences, but as the days went on, the words of sympathy faded, and life moved forward. Marcus did too—or at least, it seemed that way to everyone else.
To those around him, Marcus appeared to be coping remarkably well. He wasn’t the type to break down or seek out emotional conversations. He was always the strong one, the one people came to when they needed advice or support. So, he carried on, keeping his grief tucked away behind a stoic exterior. On the surface, Marcus was functioning: he showed up to work on time, completed his tasks, and even managed to crack a few jokes in the office. But inside, he was a mess.
What no one saw was the weight Marcus carried beneath his outward calm. Every day felt heavier, every moment a reminder of his loss. His father's absence was a constant ache, but he kept pushing it down, telling himself he needed to be strong. The unspoken expectations he placed on himself—to be resilient, to not burden others with his pain—only deepened the isolation he felt.
The reality of grief is that it doesn’t always look like tears or withdrawal. For Marcus, it manifested as an empty numbness. He went through the motions of daily life, but the joy and passion he once felt for his work, his hobbies, and even his relationships had faded. He stopped returning calls from friends and made excuses to avoid social gatherings. Exhaustion set in, both physically and emotionally, but Marcus chalked it up to the stress of work, unwilling to admit that something deeper was wrong.
Over time, the silent grief began to take its toll. Marcus found it increasingly difficult to concentrate, his thoughts often drifting to memories of his father or to the overwhelming feeling that he hadn’t truly processed his loss. Sleep became elusive, with nights spent staring at the ceiling, his mind racing through unresolved emotions. The longer he ignored his grief, the more it transformed into a lingering depression, clouding everything in his life.
It wasn’t until a close friend, who had noticed the subtle changes in Marcus’s behaviour, gently confronted him that he began to acknowledge what was happening. "You don’t seem like yourself lately," his friend said. Those words, simple yet powerful, were enough to break the silence Marcus had been holding onto for months. For the first time since his father’s death, Marcus allowed himself to speak about the pain he had been bottling up.
Opening up wasn’t easy, but it was necessary. Marcus began to realise that grief is not something to be ‘powered through’ or ignored. The loss of his father had changed him, and that change deserved space to be felt, understood, and expressed. He sought therapy, and through that process, Marcus learned that depression can often hide behind a façade of functioning. Just because someone seems to be managing doesn’t mean they aren’t struggling deeply beneath the surface.
Marcus’s story highlights the often-overlooked reality of silent grief and depression. In a world that prizes resilience and moving forward, many people like Marcus feel compelled to carry their grief alone, afraid that acknowledging it might be seen as weakness. But his journey shows that unspoken grief can weigh just as heavily as any visible form of loss, and that seeking help is not a sign of defeat but a necessary step toward healing.
This is relatable, might have even shed a tear or two. For someone who has felt every single emotion highlighted in this newsletter, I finally feel seen.
7 years after my dad’s death, I look at myself and I know I’m not thesame person. Nobody talks about how grief changes you completely. Nobody talks about the depression, constant anxiety, and guilt that comes with it.
Thank you for helping me put my thoughts into words. I also pray that everyone dealing with grief will be comforted by the God of all comforts, and they would be conscious of him walking them through that journey.