Category Archives: Loss and Grief
Better than Meditation? (the simplest way to reduce stress)
We’ve got health apps tracking our sleep, meditation retreats promising enlightenment, and wearables monitoring our [...]
In Moments of Despair
I wrote this in 2016, during a particularly heavy period. I’m sharing it now because [...]
Grieving the Life You Thought You’d Have (when dreams die)
Someone told me I should be “finding happiness” three months after my loss. Like happiness [...]
Feeling Stuck? (why giving up hope might be the answer)
When you’re feeling stuck, everyone tells you to have hope. Here’s what they don’t tell [...]
Why Staying Open When You Want to Shut Down Is the Hardest Thing
What “Staying Open” Actually Means It’s not some spiritual achievement. It’s choosing to feel the [...]
When You Laugh While Grieving
The Mindfuck of Joy During Grief Yesterday I ugly-cried for two hours, then laughed at [...]
The Day Kept Going (grief triggers)
This morning I woke up and the world had already decided it was going to [...]
What “Sit With Your Pain” Actually Means (and why it’s annoying but true)
Every time someone told me to “sit with my pain,” I wanted to scream. Sit [...]
The Lie Grief Tells (why you feel guilty when you’re not sad anymore)
Grief tells you that pain is proof. Proof that it mattered. Proof that it was [...]
Debris of Devotion (healing from spiritual manipulation)
I got caught in spiritual manipulation that messed with my mind. Here, I explore that [...]
Why people avoiding talking about emotional pain and feelings?
Why is it so hard to talk about your feelings, especially the ones that feel [...]
Digging to Breathe (healing through gardening)
Some days I dig. I dig to breathe.There’s something about soil that brings me back [...]
Nothing Like Wisdom (when healing gets ugly)
I used to think healing would at least feel like progress. That if I was [...]
Writing Through Grief
The power of words in the journey of healing. Explore the depths of emotions and [...]
Writing for Healing (how words help process grief & trauma)
Some days, the only pulse I can find is the scratch of a pen across [...]