Adulting isn’t just bills and groceries—it’s the heavy weight of making decisions alone after years of partnership. From bad floors to life-changing choices, I’m learning how to carry it.
Tag: grief
Friends in the Foxhole
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 …
Happily Single in the Wasteland
“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.
Did My Best
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.