After a difficult weekend at a family graduation, I found myself reflecting on loss, isolation, disability, and the life I thought I'd be living. Sometimes being left to your own devices isn't loneliness—it's freedom.
Tag: Stroke recovery
Three Years Later
Three years after my husband’s suicide, I reflect on grief, unhealthy relationships, self-medication, and the uncomfortable truth that healing is not the same as romanticizing the past. Sometimes survival means accepting that there will never be perfect answers — only the choice to keep moving forward.
My Body Thinks It Fought in the Civil War
Aging doesn’t arrive all at once—it shows up in quiet limitations, hard-earned perspective, and the realization that energy is finite. From spoon theory to stubborn independence, this is what it looks like to keep moving forward anyway.
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.