Forgiveness isn’t always about them—it’s about us. For years, I carried the weight of anger, guilt, and expectation. But the truth is, I don’t owe him grace. I owe it to myself. This is my story of finding peace, not in forgiving the person who hurt me, but in finally forgiving myself.
Category: Suicide
Fasnacht, Fallout, and Fragile Thoughts
So for the Fallout crowd, Bethesda currently has "blessed" us with Fashnact an event in real life, but not at this time of year. The actual event begins and ends in one day usually Fat Tuesday whenever that might be. Fallout's version involves a two-week event every hour on the hour, twice a year. Obviously, …
Broken Cycles, Sleepless Nights
I’ve slept like shit the last few nights—tossing, turning, always waking up in the middle of the bed, like the physical center somehow echoes the emotional void around me. As I was getting ready for bed last night, a thought kept bubbling up: God, I wish I had stopped ignoring the signs. I wish I’d …
Two Years Four Weeks Later: The Hard Truth that was held in
Author's Note – Two Years Later I originally wrote this piece nearly two years ago, in the wake of my husband's suicide. At the time, I was swimming in a sea of questions, grief, and societal expectations about what my relationship meant — to others, to me, and to the world. What …
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