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.
Tag: Regret
Inevitable Endings
“What would have happened if he hadn’t killed himself that day?” A question I’ve been asked, and one that stirs regret—but in the end, I believe the outcome was inevitable. This post explores grief, unhealthy relationships, and the truth that sometimes, nothing could have changed the ending.
The Weight of Regret (and a Little Therapy)
I guess the morning’s first lesson is this: therapy isn’t the worst thing you can do. I know that sounds like a commercial for BetterHelp, but hear me out—therapy can help you untangle why you feel the way you do about something. More importantly, it can help uncover what’s really underneath that feeling. Let’s …
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