Three years after my husband’s suicide, I reflect on grief, unhealthy relationships, self-medication, and the uncomfortable truth that healing is not the same as romanticizing the past. Sometimes survival means accepting that there will never be perfect answers — only the choice to keep moving forward.
Tag: Life After Loss
Moving Targets
Sometimes the places we want to escape to don’t exist. This is a reflection on isolation, sobriety, honesty, and learning to live with the version of yourself that made it through.
Dancing in the Ruins
I ventured out on my own for the first time since the strokes — to see Above & Beyond live. It wasn’t just about music; it was about reclaiming independence, redefining healing, and realizing that moving on doesn’t mean leaving everything behind.
Why the Fuck Do I Feel This Way?
Welcome to another episode of “why the fuck do I feel this way?” Years ago, there was a Mel Brooks movie called *Blazing Saddles*. In it, Madeline Kahn played the character Lili von Shtupp, who had, for lack of a better description, an Elmer Fudd-style speech pattern. In one of her saloon numbers, she sang …