
This is the title Claire Bidwell Smith gave to her book, and honestly it rings very true –though of course with the caveat that there really are no linear stages of grief, it is a squiggly messy route through it. As I look back, anxiety was a big theme of year two of my grief.…
The holidays can hit hard. It’s a bit like the love bombing of Valentine’s day, but this is a long season that seems to almost pressure cook our grief. I’ve been reflecting on how far I’ve come on my grief journey to find a sort of balance, holding both the joy and sadness that this…
I sat at a table with three people I barely knew, just chatting. We’d been talking about pets when one of them shared, “I’d choose my dog over my husband any day – that’s really all you need in your life”. I had a moment in my head of ohh she assumes I’m divorced like…
I went to turn on the air purifier in our room, expecting to hear the humming of the machine as I turned the dial. But I didn’t. Oh it was unplugged. That brief space between expecting something and it not being there? I was thinking this is totally life after a huge loss. It’s part…
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