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  • I Was There

    Someone I knew died this year. The people who loved him grieved loudly. They shared photographs. Saved belongings. Got tattoos. Wrote about regret, strained relationships, and how badly they wished for just a few more minutes with him. I watched from a distance, and I felt nothing about his passing. I stayed quiet. Death has… Read more

  • The Feeling Of Being Loved

    Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved? Back in 2008, I met a man named Jason. We found each other online during a strange pause in my life—right after I broke my foot. He lived in the same town, knew some of the same people. Our paths had circled each other… Read more

  • Euphoria

    Euphoria feels like your chest cracked open and light rushed in, like gravity briefly lost interest in you and let you float an inch above your own life. Colors sharpen, your body hums, and for a rare, suspiciously generous moment, everything makes sense and hurts less at the same time. While I’ve certainly been through… Read more

  • Alone

    I have days when I’m deeply depressed, and other days when life simply goes on. I haven’t had any truly happy days yet. I’m trying to be patient with myself. I tell myself that once I find a job, having something steady to focus on might help—maybe it will give my grief somewhere else to… Read more

  • Profoundly Lost

    When Jason died, everything lost its balance. The life we had built—so carefully, so lovingly—collapsed overnight, and I was left standing in the wreckage with three children and no real path forward. I was heartbroken, exhausted, and completely out of fight. In that state, I went to Jason’s dad and laid everything out in front… Read more