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.

When the Heart Falls: Grief, Memory, and the Strange Ways Love Stays With Us

A reflective piece about grief, memory, and the strange comfort of feeling a loved one’s presence long after they’re gone—told through a weekend of reflection, a glowing acrylic heart, and the quiet ways a mother’s love lingers.

Reflections from the Opera

A quiet afternoon at the opera turns into a reflection on grief, rumination, and the long shadow of regret. Sometimes, healing looks less like triumph and more like showing up for yourself one small outing at a time.

Fading Out

Aging and recovery have stripped away my illusions about friendship, loyalty, and judgment. Maybe that’s what getting older really means — realizing who walks beside you, and who was only ever there for the show.