Some Words Don’t Exist Until We Invent Them

A lexicon of the unspoken, stitched with metaphor, memory, and Bloggyness

Some feelings are too specific for the dictionary.
Too tender for thesaurus.
Too human for autocorrect.

So, we invent them.
And when they arrive, they feel like home, like someone finally translated your insides into syllables.

• griefglow the soft light that lingers after loss. Not the grief itself, but the shimmer it leaves behind.
• brainweather the shifting climate inside your mind. Foggy mornings, sudden storms, occasional clarity.
• joydraft the early breeze of happiness before you know why it’s there. A smile that arrives before the reason.
• stillnest the quiet cocoon you build when the world feels too loud. Not isolation, not avoidance, just a pause with pillows.

These aren’t just poetic flourishes.
They’re emotional infrastructure.
They’re shortcuts to shared experience.
They’re Bloggyness in linguistic form.

• taskdust the emotional residue left behind after completing something you didn’t want to do
• kindcrack the moment someone’s gentleness breaks your armour
• humdrift the slow, unconscious slide into routine that feels safe but slightly off
• carequake the internal shift when you realise someone truly sees you
• snackxiety the panic of choosing a snack that matches your mood and moral compass
• flinchloop the reflex of bracing for criticism even when none is coming
• tendermath the emotional calculation behind saying “yes” when you’re tired but still want to show up

Each one is a tiny rebellion against silence.
A way of saying: “This is real. I feel this. You might too.”

Invented language isn’t just clever. It’s connective.

• It gives shape to what we thought was shapeless.
• It makes the unspeakable speakable.
• It lets us laugh at our own spirals and honour them too.

Because sometimes, naming the feeling is half the healing.
And sometimes, the best dictionary is the one we write ourselves.

What’s one phrase you’ve coined or wish existed to describe something only you understand?

Share it below.
Let’s grow a lexicon of the unspoken: playful, precise, and slightly ridiculous in all the right ways.

Let’s name the ache, the shimmer, the spiral, the snack-based existential dread.
Let’s write the language we needed when we didn’t know how to explain ourselves.

Feelings deserve vocabulary.
You deserve words that fit.

Whether it’s griefglow or snackxiety, stillnest or carequake these phrases are more than metaphor.
They’re maps.
They’re mirrors.
They’re medicine.

So, here’s to the lexicon we build together.
One invented word at a time.

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