I haven’t had a black cloud day for a long time, but I’m having one today. Black cloud days remind us that healing is not a straight line; even after long periods of stability, these darker days can return. Some describe them as the counterpart to “blue sky days” — moments when someone feels lighter, more at peace, or even hopeful again. Both are part of the natural rhythm of mourning. They come from nowhere.
Importantly, having black cloud days doesn’t mean we are “going backwards” — it’s part of carrying the grief which never leaves us. I’ve learnt not to fight days like this and to just let the emotions of the day play out.
I just keep reminding myself that this is a grief wave and it will pass and it will.
