Today, my heart hurts. It’s not a poetic ache or a fleeting sadness—it’s a heavy, jagged thing that sits in my chest and won’t let go. I don’t know if it’s the kind of grief that comes from a single loss or the kind that builds up over time, layer by layer, until it demands […]
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
Let’s be real: grief sucks. It’s like someone handed you a Rubik’s Cube with no solution and said, “Figure it out, champ.” Except instead of coloured squares, it’s a mess of tears, memories, and that gut-punch realization that they’re gone. So, how does one survive? How do you crack the code when your heart’s Wi-Fi