People usually describe a big loss as leaving a hole in your life. That’s not right. It’s bigger than that. It’s gigantic.
You don’t get to choose who you love. Here’s my handy guide, with help from Falcor and friends, on loving addicts, grief-stricken friends and the apathetic…FUN!
Gaslighting, codependency, eyeliner? I had so much to learn about adult relationships from this movie.
Here’s what the F-word has come to mean for me in the last year and a half…
There’s part of you that wishes there was “a Force” out there balancing good and evil. Something to make sense of the senseless, a universe that has your back, a purpose to the chaos.
I might get lost in a strange place. But, I’m already lost where I’m at, so…
You didn’t make it this far to spend your days not feeling anything.
I know what love is, and I know what it definitely isn’t. And, I know I have a choice to make about the remaining time I have.
We love you, mom.
How many people have years like this? How many years like this do you have in your entire life? One, maybe two or three? I’m so completely grateful for coming out the other end of it transformed that it’s humbling.
Things have gotten rough, but I feel like I’m coming back up for air. So I wanted to point out a few important reminders while I can for anyone going through a similar story. To be fair, I may only be catching my breath in between waves (and the next one might be a big one with the holidays).