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.
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.
Anger has followed me for over two years—but it isn’t just about grief. It’s about the weight of 27 years, outdated philosophies of marriage, and the pressure to prove success at all costs. Sometimes the real success is in knowing when to walk away.