I hate you, I miss you, it's confusing

After the death of her younger brother, Mary struggled to find words to express the unbearable weight of her grief, even privately to herself. Rather than fill hours with long-form writing which proved mentally and emotionally exhausting, she explored haiku as a way to portion out conflicted feelings into manageable bites to deal with a little at a time. The structure and brevity of haiku poems provide her a tiny measure of control and composure over what feels like a bottomless pit of sadness.