Three years after Jacob's death, I received answers I never expected. This isn't a letter about grief. It's a letter about surviving control, violence, betrayal, and finally recognizing the freedom that came afterward.
Category: Grief
Touching the Untouchables
Some grief stories are easier to hear than others. We readily accept fond memories of those we've lost, but what happens when grief comes wrapped in anger, irritation, and unfinished conversations?
Sorting Through the Wreckage
After a difficult weekend at a family graduation, I found myself reflecting on loss, isolation, disability, and the life I thought I'd be living. Sometimes being left to your own devices isn't loneliness—it's freedom.
Three Years Later
Three years after my husband’s suicide, I reflect on grief, unhealthy relationships, self-medication, and the uncomfortable truth that healing is not the same as romanticizing the past. Sometimes survival means accepting that there will never be perfect answers — only the choice to keep moving forward.