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.
Category: Grief
The Grace Well Runs Dry
A raw letter to my mother three years after her death, reflecting on grief, sobriety, domestic violence, regret, family, military service, faith, and the complicated process of learning to forgive yourself.
The Day Off That Wasn’t Just a Movie
A nostalgic trip to see Ferris Bueller on the big screen turns into a deeper reflection on memory, marriage, and the dangerous pressure to “make it work” at all costs.
More Death and Dying
Grief isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s quiet, complicated, and uncomfortable—especially when the person you’re supposed to mourn was never really part of your life.