Nineteen months without you and I still feel like I’m doing grief wrong most days. When I’m not sad, I feel guilty because I should be sad. When I’m sad, I feel guilty because I should be trying to focus ...
I am writing this on one of the many days etched deeply into my heart, mind, and soul. If you are from the southeastern United States, you will remember this as the day Hurricane Helene slammed our forests, neighborhoods, and ...
In fall, nature transforms with vibrant beauty—leaves turn brilliant shades of red and gold, then gently fall, making way for new growth. The air grows crisp, and days shorten, signaling a season of change. Fall’s transformation can be a picture ...
Grief waves sure are tricky little suckers. They really can sneak up on you out of the blue, sometimes out of absolutely nowhere. It's been a while since one has taken me out at the knees, but I don't expect ...
Another thing to hate: I still love to travel even though it is not nearly as enjoyable now. I now must navigate TSA alone, take off your shoes, no don’t, take off your jacket, oh no don’t, take out your ...
Permanent scarring of the skin. Telling stories of past experiences. Reading mottos, verses, and lyrics that touch our heart deeply. We become walking talking historical monuments of our own narrative. When grief strikes our lives, it can have the same ...
Overcoming the struggles and turmoil this human existence can bring is something every widow, indeed every person, must contend with. When we had our husband to stand beside us and help us strategize and think through all the levels and ...
Feelings about "suicide awareness" and "suicide prevention" are generally mixed. Some support the movement wholeheartedly, while others think it's a joke. When I've spoken about suicide awareness/prevention in the past, at least half of the comments received will be about ...
It's not that I enjoy making people uncomfortable but I can't stop saying your name. To people around me, outside of the bubble, you were a nothing that became a something and are now a nothing again. To ...
TW: Suicide method Very early on, after Bret died, I couldn't dream about him. I couldn't feel his presence at all. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to dream about him--I knew that when I'd wake up the next ...