Grief doesn’t just break your heart. It breaks the shape of your entire life — including your relationships. People don’t talk about this part enough. They’ll warn you that the grief will hurt. They won’t tell you that grief will redraw every single relationship line you thought was permanent. Here’s what they don’t say out […]
Forget every movie montage you’ve ever seen. Purpose doesn’t roar in like a triumphant battle cry. It whispers. It shows up in small, almost invisible moments: Saying yes to a new project, even when you’re terrified. Laughing at something stupid, and realizing for a second that you felt… alive. Showing up for someone else who’s
Let’s be real: rebuilding is a huge thought. It feels overwhelming when getting through each moment already feels like carrying the world on your back. You don’t just “decide” you’re ready. You don’t “wake up inspired” one morning. You inch toward readiness. Moment by moment. Sometimes, just admitting that you’re not ready yet — that
When you’re deep in grief, survival feels like a full-time job. Some days, breathing feels like a rebellion against the weight crushing your chest. You claw through one moment, then the next, and maybe — if you’re lucky — you string together a few breaths that don’t feel impossible. And when the chaos of the
Today, my heart is heavy. Not in some poetic, wistful way — it’s the kind of heavy that digs in and refuses to budge. A real, jagged kind of hurt. And honestly, I can’t even tell you if it’s from one thing or a hundred small ones stacked up over time. All I know is
Grief is a strange beast—messy, unpredictable, and something you can’t simply fix with logic or a spreadsheet. When I lost my son, Ty, I found myself in uncharted territory. As someone who’s spent years as an intermediate technical analyst—digging into data, spotting trends, and helping others navigate tech—I once believed that everything in life had
How Do You Survive Grief? You Hack It, Honor It, and Keep Living Anyway. Let’s be real — grief is brutal.It’s like someone hands you a Rubik’s Cube with no solution and says, “Good luck, champ.”But instead of colored squares, you’re wrestling memories, silence, and that gut-punch realization: they’re gone. So how do you survive?Spoiler: