I wanted to come here because I feel like this is a group that would actually understand. When i found out that ozzy passed away while i was at work i was in shambles. it felt like i had lost someone really close to me even though i have never met him. he’s been my muse ever since i can remember. and losing him in this world feels like i have lost a part of myself as well. sorry for the mini rant but i feel like having a group of people with the same struggle will help. thank you! 🖤

wanted to come here because I feel like this is a group that would actually understand what I’m going through. When I found out that Ozzy had passed away, I was at work—and honestly, I was in shambles. It felt like the world stopped for a second. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. I know some people might not get it. They might think, “You didn’t even know him personally,” but that doesn’t matter. It felt like I lost someone really close to me. And I think a lot of you probably understand exactly what I mean by that.

Ozzy wasn’t just a musician or a public figure to me. He was my muse. For as long as I can remember, he’s been a part of my life in such a deep, emotional way. His music, his voice, his whole existence gave me a sense of comfort and belonging that I’ve never really been able to put into words until now. He made me feel seen in a world where I often felt invisible. His energy, his raw honesty, and the darkness he turned into art—those things helped me survive some really tough times. I don’t think I’d be who I am without him.

That’s why losing him feels like losing a part of myself. It’s like a chapter of my life closed without warning, and I wasn’t ready. I don’t think I ever could’ve been ready. There’s this strange emptiness now, and I’ve been trying to make sense of it. But grief isn’t logical. It hits you in waves, sometimes quietly and sometimes like a storm. That day at work, it hit me like a hurricane.

I’m sorry for the mini rant—I guess I just needed to let it out. That’s why I’m here. I think when we lose someone we’ve connected to on such a spiritual or emotional level, even from afar, it helps to be around others who feel the same pain. People who understand the weight of that loss, who don’t question or minimize it. People like all of you.

Thank you for holding space for people like me. It means more than I can say. Just being here, being able to share this, is helping me process something I haven’t really been able to talk about in real life. I know I’m not alone, and that gives me some comfort. Maybe healing can start with just being honest about how much it hurts.

Rest easy, Ozzy. You gave so many of us light in the dark. 🖤