Some days, I get these flashes—of who I might be now. Not who I was before the loss, not the hollow version that came after, but someone else entirely. It’s not solid. It’s not permanent. But in those rare, clear moments, I see a shape forming. I don’t have answers. I still wake up tired, […]
Mother’s Day hits differently when you’ve lost a child. I know it does for me. My son’s absence is a quiet ache that flares up today—his curious questions, his laugh, the way he loved his pillow fresh from the wash. Grief ebbs and flows: some moments, I smile at his memory; others, the loss feels
Grief isn’t just an emotional experience; it’s a full-body event that significantly impacts our brain’s functioning. Dr. O’Connor explains that when we lose someone deeply connected to us, our brain undergoes a complex process of relearning and adaptation. The Brain’s Struggle with LossOur brains are wired to form strong bonds with loved ones, creating neural
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
Today, grief showed up again.Not poetic, not gentle — just heavy. It’s not one big thing, more like a hundred quiet cuts that finally bled through. I don’t even know exactly what cracked me open. I just know I’m in it. Grief doesn’t care about calendars or to-do lists. It just arrives — arms crossed,
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: