“Every heart has its graveyard, the ghosts it still writes letters to.” Jessica Jocelyn’s haunting line reminds us that grief doesn’t vanish. It settles in. We learn to live beside it. Therapy often begins right there, in the quiet cemetery of the heart, where names fade but feelings linger.

“Some loves die and never stop breathing.” Loss isn’t always a person. Sometimes it’s a dream, a childhood, or a version of ourselves that couldn’t stay. Grief lives on in the dark corners, in the pauses, the silences, the things we don’t say.

“I have learned to plant flowers in the graves of what I’ve lost.” That’s healing. It’s not about forgetting what was, but tending to that thing in us. In therapy, we practice the art of tending, of naming what died, of mourning it honestly, and then growing something different in the soil of old sorrow.

“Even ghosts deserve a home.” To honor our grief is to make peace with our ghosts. To give them space to rest. When we acknowledge what haunts us, it no longer has to chase us. So yes, every heart has its graveyard. But every graveyard, too, can have its garden.