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There are dates the world doesn’t understand. Birthdays are one of them. The calendar turns like it always does.The day arrives whether you’re ready or not.And suddenly, you’re standing in a moment that used to feel joyful…now carrying something heavier,…
I think about my son all day long. Not just in the quiet moments. Not just when something reminds me of him. All day. He’s behind every conversation I have. Every person I meet. Every laugh. Every pause. It’s like…
There’s a quiet pressure that exists around grief.An unspoken expectation that, over time, it should soften… fade… resolve. That it should move forward in some kind of orderly way. But grief doesn’t work like that.And it was never meant to.…
There is a quiet pressure placed on people who are grieving.
An expectation that eventually you will gather yourself, straighten your shoulders, and learn how to carry it with dignity.
Thanksgiving used to be one of my favorite holidays.The smell of turkey, laughter in the kitchen, everyone gathered around the table, it always felt like a warm exhale after a long year. But when you’ve lost a child, holidays take…
Six Months Without My Son If you are grieving too, I hope my words remind you that your feelings are valid and you are not alone. At around six months after a loss, many grief experts and countless people who…
Three months ago today, I lost my son to suicide, words I never imagined I’d have to write. And yet, here I am, trying to navigate a life with an enormous hole in my heart. I’ve joined a club no…
There is a moment between every breath. A pause. A space. Sometimes so small we miss it, sometimes so vast it feels like we might fall through it. That space is where I now live most days between heartbreak and…
