After a difficult weekend at a family graduation, I found myself reflecting on loss, isolation, disability, and the life I thought I'd be living. Sometimes being left to your own devices isn't loneliness—it's freedom.
After a difficult weekend at a family graduation, I found myself reflecting on loss, isolation, disability, and the life I thought I'd be living. Sometimes being left to your own devices isn't loneliness—it's freedom.
Sometimes the biggest changes aren't visible. A memory from the Army, a lesson from Burning Man, and the realities of stroke recovery led me to a simple question: after all the complaining, what are you actually doing to fix it?
The hardest part of grief isn’t always the catastrophe itself. Sometimes it’s realizing the world quietly resumes while you’re still standing in the wreckage trying to understand what survived.
A reflection on spirituality, grief, healthcare, and the lingering emotional imprints people leave behind long after they are gone.