Grief doesn’t come with an instruction manual. My therapist reminded me today: I didn’t do it wrong. Different doesn’t mean broken. Giving myself grace, like I give others, might be the hardest part of this race.
Grief doesn’t come with an instruction manual. My therapist reminded me today: I didn’t do it wrong. Different doesn’t mean broken. Giving myself grace, like I give others, might be the hardest part of this race.
Sometimes the best teacher isn’t a lecture or a video tutorial—it’s a video game, a camper project, or even a dog who reminds you that you matter.
Anger has followed me for over two years—but it isn’t just about grief. It’s about the weight of 27 years, outdated philosophies of marriage, and the pressure to prove success at all costs. Sometimes the real success is in knowing when to walk away.
Society loves to watch professionals burn at the stake for their mistakes. But is public shaming and job loss always justice—or just cruelty masquerading as accountability?