Three years into grief, I’m questioning whether “I love you” is always truth — or sometimes just fear of regret. In the wasteland and in life, maybe clarity matters more than repetition.
Tag: rumination
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.