Sorting Through the Wreckage

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.

“The Expiration Date on Sympathy”

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.

Otherwise I’m Fine

“How are you doing?” seems like such a simple question until life becomes complicated enough that there’s no simple answer anymore. A reflection on survival mode, grief, friendships, executive function, and learning to walk a very different road than the one imagined years ago.

Watching My Life From the Outside

I’m not broken—but I’m not healed either. This is what it feels like to exist in the in-between, where grief, change, and moving on don’t look the way anyone warned you they would.