The world is fucking weird. I don't know what to call this feeling today except off — the kind of off that makes you stop and ask, what the hell is wrong with me? A few days back I wrote about body image and self‑esteem; since then I've realized something nastier under it all: I …
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“Why aren’t you dating again?” people ask. The answer isn’t simple, but it is mine: being single isn’t loneliness—it’s freedom.
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.
“What would have happened if he hadn’t killed himself that day?” A question I’ve been asked, and one that stirs regret—but in the end, I believe the outcome was inevitable. This post explores grief, unhealthy relationships, and the truth that sometimes, nothing could have changed the ending.
