A few days in the wasteland, a few sessions in therapy, and one more reminder that grief doesn’t end—it just shifts shape. Sometimes the only way to learn grace is with a 2x4 to the head.
A few days in the wasteland, a few sessions in therapy, and one more reminder that grief doesn’t end—it just shifts shape. Sometimes the only way to learn grace is with a 2x4 to the head.
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.
Adulting isn’t just bills and groceries—it’s the heavy weight of making decisions alone after years of partnership. From bad floors to life-changing choices, I’m learning how to carry it.
The relevance of time—or as I like to put it, some people have no fucking idea about the passage of time. Here’s why I say this: When I was first under investigation and we got to the uncomfortable part, my lawyer came to me and said they were offering to reduce the suspension/revocation to three …