There’s a kind of grief that starts long before the funeral.

It begins in exam rooms and waiting areas.
In conversations you don’t want to have.
In words that land heavy and stay there.

It shows up when you notice the change in them.
The tiredness they can’t hide anymore.
The look in their eyes that tells you things are worse than they’re saying out loud.

You start grieving while they’re still here.
Still holding their hand.
Still saying I love you like it might somehow help.

You learn how to smile while everything inside you is falling apart.
You help them eat.
Get settled.
Take their meds.
You focus on the small things that get you through one more day.

You act strong because you don’t want to scare them.
You listen while doctors talk.
You write things down you never wanted to know.
You survive on caffeine and nerves and whatever keeps you standing.

Time does something strange.
You watch the clock, but you don’t want it to move.
You stay close.
You don’t leave.
Because there is nowhere else you want to be.

You’re exhausted in ways you didn’t know were possible.
But you keep showing up anyway.
You hold their hand.
You make sure they’re comfortable.
You whisper you love them.

You give everything you have left,
because this is the last stretch of loving them like this.
You hold on while the rest of the world starts to loosen its grip.
And you pour every ounce of love you have into the space between now and goodbye.

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If these words connected with you, you’ll find many more like them in What Remains. It’s a collection of the writings I’ve shared over the years, bringing together reflections on grief, love, loss, and the connections that continue long after someone is gone.

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Today is National Grief Awareness Day.

But what does it actually mean to be aware of grief?

It means understanding that grief doesn’t have an expiration date.

It means knowing someone can laugh, go out, take a vacation, celebrate something good, build a new life—and still deeply grieve the person they lost.

It means not assuming that because six months, two years, or ten years have passed, they should be “better by now.”

It means understanding that grief doesn’t always look like crying. Sometimes it looks like exhaustion. Irritability. Forgetfulness. Turning down plans. Leaving early. Needing people and wanting to be left alone at the exact same time.

It means saying their person’s name instead of avoiding it because you’re afraid you’ll remind them.

They haven’t forgotten.

It means listening without trying to fix it.

It means not comparing one person’s loss to another person’s loss.

And it means making room for the fact that someone can be doing really well and still have a day that completely knocks them down.

That’s grief awareness.

National Grief Awareness Day isn’t only for those of us who have experienced loss. We don’t need a designated day to know grief exists.

Maybe this day matters even more for everyone around us.

Because awareness can change the way we respond to someone who is grieving.

It can make us a little more patient.

A little less likely to judge.

More willing to listen.

More comfortable saying the name of someone who died.

And less likely to put a timeline on something that never had one.

We can’t take someone’s grief away. But we can get a whole lot better at how we show up for people living with it.

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At some point after someone dies, people start waiting for you to get back to normal.

They probably won’t say it exactly like that.

But you can feel it.

There are fewer check-ins. Less patience when you say you’re having a hard time. A little more surprise when you admit you’re still struggling.

You start getting the feeling that grief was acceptable when it was new, but now you’re supposed to be doing better.

And maybe you are doing better.

But you’re not back to normal.

Because that normal is gone.

I think that’s the part people don’t always want to hear.

You can heal and still be permanently changed by what happened to you.

You can build a good life and still hate that this is the life you had to build.

You can be happy and still think, “They should be here for this.”

You can become stronger and still wish you’d never needed that strength.

And you can move forward without ever becoming the person you were before they died.

Sometimes “getting back to normal” is less about the grieving person and more about everyone else wanting things to feel comfortable again.

They want the old version of you back.

And the truth is, sometimes you want that version of you back too.

But you can’t unknow what you know now. You can’t go through losing someone you love and come out of it untouched. Things that once seemed important may not matter nearly as much anymore. You may look at people differently. You may have less patience for things you once put up with. You may think a lot harder about how you want to spend the time you have.

That’s not you failing to get back to normal.

That’s what happens when life shows you, in the worst possible way, that everything can change.

So maybe you don’t get back to normal.

Maybe that’s not even the goal.

Because getting back would mean becoming the person you were before you knew this kind of loss.

And that person doesn’t exist anymore.

You do.

Changed. Still grieving. Still figuring some of it out. And still capable of building a life that has good in it.

Your life didn’t end when theirs did.

But the life you knew did.

And pretending you’re eventually supposed to become the person you were before all of this isn’t healing. It’s an expectation that was never realistic in the first place.

Maybe that’s not the ending people are comfortable hearing about grief.

But it’s a lot closer to the truth.

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I know you’ll cry for me.

How could you not?

We loved each other. We shared a life, a history, a thousand things that only the two of us understood.

So, cry when you need to.
Miss me when you miss me.
Say my name. Talk about me. Tell the stories.

But please don’t let all of your memories of me become sad ones.

I was more than the day I died.

I was every laugh we shared. Every conversation. Every stupid little thing we thought was funny. Every place we went. Every memory we made. Every time we showed up for each other.

I was a whole person who loved you very much.

And if I could ask anything of you now, it wouldn’t be to stop grieving me.

It would be to keep remembering me as I was when I was here.

Remember my laugh.
Remember the things that drove you crazy about me.
Remember the good times and the hard ones.
Remember how much we lived before you ever had to learn how to live without me.

There will always be tears. I know that.

But I hope, with time, there will be more smiles mixed in with them.

Because when you think of me, I don’t want you to only remember that I died.

I want you to remember that I lived.

And most of all, I want you to remember how very much I loved you.

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Before loss, forever is just a word.

You know what it means. Of course you do.

But you don’t really understand it until someone you love dies.

Because in the beginning, forever is almost impossible to comprehend.

You know they’re gone. You’ve said the words out loud. You’ve made the arrangements. You’ve stood through the service. You’ve watched everyone eventually go back to their lives.

You know what happened.

And somehow, your mind still hasn’t caught up.

Something happens and you immediately think, I have to tell them.

You hear a story and already know exactly what they would say.

You walk into a room and, for just a second, expect them to be where they’ve always been.

And then it hits you again.

They’re gone.

Not gone for a while.
Not somewhere you can reach them.
Not coming back.

Forever.

I think that is one of the hardest realities of grief.

Because forever doesn’t just mean losing the person once.

It means slowly realizing all the things you lost with them.

The conversations you’ll never have.

The birthdays they won’t be here for.

The questions you didn’t know you would someday want to ask.

The things happening in your life right now that they should know about.

The stories only they would understand.

The sound of their voice.

The way they laughed.

The way it felt to simply know they were there.

And maybe that’s why our minds have such a hard time accepting death.

How do you make sense of someone being part of your entire world one day and completely unreachable the next?

How do you understand that you can love someone for the rest of your life, but never get another minute with them?

I don’t think you do.

I think that’s the part of forever we learn after loss.

You don’t understand it all at once.

You understand it in pieces.

In the things you still want to tell them.

In the moments when you know exactly what they would say.

In the milestones that keep coming.

In all the times you think, They should be here for this.

And even after you’ve learned how to keep living, there are still moments when the reality of forever feels just as impossible as it did in the beginning.

Because knowing someone is gone and understanding that they are never coming back are two very different things.

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I think one of the hardest things about grief is how uncomfortable some of your own thoughts can make you.

You can love the people in your life and still have a hard time being around them because their lives kept going. They still have the person you lost. They get to make plans without thinking about death. They complain about things you would gladly trade problems with them for, and you sit there trying not to think, You have no idea how lucky you are.

And then you feel guilty for thinking it.

Grief can do that.

It can make you jealous of people you love. Angry at people who did absolutely nothing wrong. Irritated by conversations you used to enjoy. Less patient. Less interested in things that once seemed important.

There may even be times when you’re angry with the person who died.

That’s a hard one to admit.

Because how can you be angry with someone you would give anything to have back?

But sometimes you are.

They aren’t here dealing with any of this. You are.

You’re the one who had to wake up the next morning. You’re the one who had to make the decisions, answer the questions, deal with their things and eventually figure out what your life is supposed to look like now.

And maybe you resent that sometimes.

That doesn’t mean you love them any less.

It means grief isn’t made up only of the feelings we’re comfortable admitting.

There can be resentment in it. Jealousy. Relief. Anger. Fear. Even moments when you’re completely exhausted from thinking about the person you miss.

I don’t think we talk about that last one enough.

You can miss someone desperately and still want a break from missing them.

You can want one day where everything isn’t connected back to what happened. Where you don’t analyze whether you’re grieving too much or too little. Where you don’t wonder what they would think about what you’re doing now.

And then maybe you get that day.

You laugh. You make plans. You realize you’ve gone several hours without thinking about your loss.

And instead of simply enjoying it, you might feel guilty.

Because grief has this strange way of making you question yourself when you’re hurting and question yourself when you’re not.

Maybe that’s one of the hardest things to understand about grief.

So many of the feelings seem to contradict each other.

You can want company and want to be left alone. You can want to talk about them and not want to explain yourself anymore. You can be grateful for what you had and angry that you didn’t get more. You can laugh and still be grieving. You can have a good day and still miss them terribly.

None of those feelings cancel out the others.

And none of them change how much you love the person who died.

Sometimes grief is simply a lot of conflicting feelings existing in the same person at the same time.

And maybe we need to be more honest about that part of it too.

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Sometimes you can laugh until your stomach hurts and still feel broken inside.

You can have a really good day and still come home wishing you could tell the person you lost all about it.

You can be grateful for the life you have and still feel completely lost in it sometimes.

You can go out with friends and realize you haven’t thought about your grief for the last two hours.

For a little while, you feel like yourself again.

And then you come home.

The door closes. The house is quiet.

And there it is.

You cry.

You feel lonely.

You miss them.

And suddenly it can feel like all that progress you thought you were making disappeared somewhere between the good time you were having and walking back through your front door.

But it didn’t.

The laughing was real.

The happiness was real.

And the tears you’re crying now are real too.

That’s grief.

It doesn’t require you to choose between missing someone and enjoying your life.

It doesn’t mean the good day wasn’t actually good because you cried at the end of it.

And crying tonight doesn’t erase the fact that you laughed today.

Maybe this is what getting back into life looks like for a while.

A little more laughter.

A few more plans.

Moments when you catch yourself actually enjoying being somewhere.

And still having those moments when the grief comes right back in.

You’re allowed to have both.

You’re allowed to miss them and laugh.

You’re allowed to cry and still make plans for tomorrow.

You’re allowed to enjoy your life and still wish with everything in you that they were here living it with you.

Starting to live again doesn’t mean you’re leaving them behind.

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I hope you have a good day today.

And if you do, I hope you don’t feel guilty about it.

I hope you laugh at something and don’t immediately feel bad because I’m not there to laugh with you.

I hope you make plans and actually look forward to them.

I hope you catch yourself having fun and don’t wonder if it means you’re forgetting me.

I hope there are moments when grief isn’t the first thing on your mind.

Because I never wanted my death to become the reason you stopped enjoying your life.

You loved me.

You still love me.

A good day doesn’t change that.

Laughing doesn’t change that.

Being happy doesn’t change that.

And moving forward with your life doesn’t erase the life we shared.

So please, when a good day comes, let yourself have it.

Don’t apologize for it.

Don’t question it.

Don’t convince yourself that loving me means you have to be sad forever.

If I could tell you anything, I’d tell you this:

I want there to be good days ahead for you.

A lot of them.

And when they come, I hope you let yourself live them.

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If these words connected with you, you’ll find many more like them in What Remains. It’s a collection of the writings I’ve shared over the years, bringing together reflections on grief, love, loss, and the connections that continue long after someone is gone.

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There are days that hit so hard you don’t even know how you’re supposed to stand back up.
Days that knock the breath out of you and leave you staring at the floor because getting up feels impossible.

And yet… somehow… you’ve done it before.
You’ve dragged yourself through moments you never thought you’d survive.
You’ve pushed through days when everything in you said stop.
You’ve kept going when the ground underneath you felt completely gone.

That’s what I want you to remember.
Not the fall.
Not the pain.
Not the moment everything in you went still.

Remember the part of you that kept moving anyway.
The part that reached for something — anything — to hold onto.
The part that refused to stay down, even when standing felt impossible.

You don’t have to rise gracefully.
You don’t have to rise quickly.
You don’t even have to rise with a plan.

Just rise.
Even an inch counts.
Even a shaky step counts.

Because every single time life has dropped you to your knees, you’ve gotten back up.
Maybe not right away.
But you did.
And that proof lives inside you, whether you feel it today or not.

So, keep reaching.
Keep rising.
Keep choosing the next inch, the next breath, the next moment.

You’ve already survived what tried to take you out.
You’re still here.
And you’re not done yet.

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Grief is a journey, not a destination.

People want to tell you there’s an end point.
That someday you’ll “arrive” at acceptance, as if it’s a place you get to unpack your bags and move on.

But grief doesn’t work like that.
There is no finish line. No moment when the pain suddenly disappears.

The truth is that grief doesn’t fade—it just waits.
It waits until you let your guard down.

Until you start to think you’re okay.

And then it hits you out of nowhere - stealing your breath, knocking you sideways, ripping open wounds you thought had healed.

It’s not a chapter you close. It’s the book you now carry everywhere you go.

It changes with you.
It reshapes itself as you do.

And maybe that’s the hardest part—knowing you’ll never reach a place where it’s “over.”

You simply learn to live inside it.
To breathe through it.
To let it carve you open and teach you how much love your heart was ever capable of holding.

Grief is a journey. And though it’s brutal, unrelenting, and unfair, it’s also proof.
Proof of the love that was real.
Proof of the bond that can’t be broken by death.
Proof that even in the darkest pain, you carry something eternal.

Not a destination.
But a road you’ll walk for the rest of your life—because grief never let's go.

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As time goes on, grief slowly becomes something you realize will always be a part of your life.

Not because you’ve accepted what happened.

Not because you’re okay with it.

And certainly not because you’ve stopped wishing things could be different.

But somehow, you begin learning what it means to live with grief.

Not get over it.

Not leave it behind.

Not somehow become the person you were before.

You begin learning how to live a life where you can miss someone terribly and still have moments when you’re okay.

Where you can laugh and then wonder how you were just laughing.

Where you can make plans for the future while wishing more than anything that they were going to be there for it.

Where you can be grateful for the life you still have and devastated by the life you lost.

Those things can exist at the same time.

And I think one of the hardest parts is allowing yourself to start wanting things again.

To look forward to something.

To make a plan that has nothing to do with grief.

To think about what might make you happy.

To start asking yourself what you want your life to look like now.

That doesn’t mean your grief is getting smaller.

It doesn’t mean you miss them less.

And it sure as hell doesn’t mean you’re leaving them behind.

It means you’re learning how to live with the fact that you love someone who isn’t here anymore.

And maybe, little by little, you’re giving yourself permission to live too.

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Giving yourself grace in grief sounds simple.

Until you’re the one who has to do it.

Because we can be so hard on ourselves.

We think we should be handling things better by now.
We get frustrated when we cancel plans.
When we can’t focus.
When we have a good day and then fall apart the next.
When something we thought we could handle turns out to be too much.

We question why we’re still struggling with things that used to come so easily.

But grief takes a lot out of you.

Some days, getting through the day really is enough.

You don’t have to explain why you’re tired.
You don’t have to feel guilty for saying no.
You don’t have to force yourself to be social.
You don’t have to make everyone else comfortable with where you are.
And you don’t have to keep expecting yourself to function exactly like you did before your life changed.

Giving yourself grace doesn’t mean giving up on yourself.

It means recognizing that you’re going through something incredibly hard and treating yourself accordingly.

Maybe today you do less.
Maybe you change your mind.
Maybe you cry.
Maybe you laugh and actually enjoy yourself.
Maybe you need people.
Maybe you want to be left alone.

None of those things need to be justified.

Grief asks enough of you already.

You don’t need to make it harder by expecting yourself to be okay before you are.

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My grief isn’t a timeline to measure.
It’s not something I’ll outgrow or get over.

It won’t be cured by keeping busy.
It won’t be erased by pretending I’m fine.
It’s not fixed because you saw me smile in a photo or take a trip.

My grief doesn’t care how much time has passed.
It doesn’t shrink just because life kept going.
It doesn’t fade because I learned how to function.

It’s not weakness.
It’s not attention-seeking.
It’s not drama.
It’s the cost of loving someone who’s gone.

So stop calling it stuck.
Stop calling it unhealthy.
Stop trying to make me feel crazy for still missing them.

My grief isn’t the problem.
Your impatience with it is.

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Remember me when you feel the wind on your face—that’s me, whispering love and encouragement as you move through your day.

Remember me when the sunlight warms your skin, its gentle glow wrapping you in the comfort of my presence.

Remember me in the laughter that bubbles up unexpectedly, the kind that reminds you of joy’s resilience even in the hardest moments.

When you hear the rustling of leaves or the gentle rhythm of rain, know that I’m there—in the quiet, in the stillness, in the moments where peace finds you.

Remember me when you see a flower bloom, vibrant and alive, reaching toward the sky. That’s my reminder to you: grow, flourish, and let your beauty shine.

When you sip your morning coffee or taste your favorite dessert, remember how much I loved those small, everyday joys—and how much I want you to savor them too.

Remember me in the melodies of a favorite song, the ones that take you back to shared moments and make your heart feel both full and tender.

When you feel the embrace of someone you love, let it remind you of all the times I held you close, my love steady and unwavering.

Remember me when the stars come out, their quiet sparkle lighting up the dark. Each one is a reminder that I’m never far, always watching, always proud.

And when you feel a moment of strength you didn’t know you had, know that it’s me cheering you on, reminding you of the resilience and courage you carry.

Remember me—not just in the moments of sadness, but in the beauty of life’s little things. In the ways love lingers and shows up unexpectedly.

I’m in the wind, the sun, the rain, the laughter, the stars. I’m in your memories, your heart, and every step you take.

So, when you think of me, let your heart be light. Feel my presence and my love in the world around you. I’m here, always.

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Long grief isn’t a season.

It’s permanent.

It stays with you. It settles in.

You learn how to keep living, but it’s never the same life.

There’s the one you had before and the one that came after.

You don’t go back. You just learn how to exist inside the after.

You stop expecting normal to return.

You start seeing that this is normal now.

You can have a good day and still feel the emptiness sitting right beside it.

You can be surrounded by people and still feel alone in a way you can’t explain.

You rebuild. You laugh. You find new pieces of life, but nothing feels untouched by loss.

It changes how you think, how you trust, how you hope.

Even joy feels different — smaller, quieter, earned.

Long grief is a slow acceptance that this is it.

There isn’t a finish line.

It’s the knowing that you’ll always love them, always miss them, and that both can exist inside the life you’re now living.

That’s what long grief is —

a lifetime of figuring out how to live with a wound that will never heal.

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Grief knocked the wind out of me.
Every breath felt stolen, every inhale heavy.
It left me gasping, chest tight, wondering if I’d ever feel normal air again.

There was a time when I lived like that—
on edge, waiting for the next wave to crash,
waiting to break again.

But then hope showed up.
Quiet at first.
A moment where I laughed without feeling guilty.
A morning, I woke up without tears.
A day where breathing felt easy again.

Hope didn’t erase my grief.
It just reminded me I could survive it.
That I could take one more breath,
and then another—
until breathing felt like living again.

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Losing my mom changed the way I see everything.

One day she was here - full of strength, determination, and life. And then, almost without warning, she wasn’t the same.

Grief didn’t come gently. It came fast, loud, and uninvited.

And it didn’t just break my heart—it changed how I move through the world.

It taught me how quickly life can turn.

How everything you thought you had time for can disappear overnight.

How the smallest things—her voice, her laugh, her advice—can become the things you miss the most.

Since losing her, I live differently.

I don’t wait to say the important things.
I take the photo, even when I don’t feel like smiling.
I answer the phone, even when I’m tired.
I sit with people longer. I listen more.

I make the plans. I show up. I love harder—even when it hurts.

Grief has stripped away the illusion that we have forever.

It’s taught me that life is made of moments you don’t get back.

That love isn’t always loud—it’s in the showing up, the remembering, the quiet presence.

That ordinary days were never ordinary.

I miss her every single day.
But because of her, I’m learning how to live more fully.

What has grief taught you about living?

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If these words connected with you, you’ll find many more like them in What Remains. It’s a collection of the writings I’ve shared over the years, bringing together reflections on grief, love, loss, and the connections that continue long after someone is gone.

I hope it brings you comfort, understanding, and the reminder that you’re not alone.

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You don’t move on from grief.
You drag it with you.
Day after day. Year after year.

It doesn’t stay where they left you.
It follows. Into every room. Into every breath.
It sits on your chest when you wake up, and it crawls into bed with you at night.

Some days it’s quiet. Other days it knocks the wind out of you.
And no matter how much time passes, it never really loosens its grip.

Because when you loved someone with everything you had,
their absence never stops cutting.

You don’t get over it.
You just learn how to stand, even with the weight of it breaking you down.

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If these words connected with you, you’ll find many more like them in What Remains. It’s a collection of the writings I’ve shared over the years, bringing together reflections on grief, love, loss, and the connections that continue long after someone is gone.

I hope it brings you comfort, understanding, and the reminder that you’re not alone.

If you’d like to read more, you can find the book here

Available now on Amazon

I still can't believe you're gone.

I know you are. I was there. I lived through it.

I've been to the funeral.
I've sorted through your things.
I've had to tell people what happened.

But my brain still hasn't accepted it.

Because there are moments—every single day—where I forget.
Where I reach for my phone to text you.
Where I think "I need to tell them about this." Where I turn to say something to you and you're not there.

And then it hits me all over again.

You're gone.
You're really gone.
And I can't believe it.

I can't believe I'll never hear your voice again.
Never see your face.
Never hug you.
Never laugh with you.
Never talk to you about nothing and everything.

I can't believe this is permanent.

That you're not coming back.
That this is just... it.
This is my life now.
Without you.

How is that possible?
How are you just... gone?
How does someone who was so alive, so present, so here just stop existing?

It doesn't make sense.

My brain can't process it. Even now. Even after all this time.

I still expect you to walk through the door.
To call me. To show up like you always did.

I still catch myself planning things around you.
Thinking about what you'd say.
What you'd think. What we'd do together.

And then I remember.
You're not here. You're never going to be here again.
And it breaks me all over again.

I thought by now I'd have accepted it.
That my brain would have caught up with reality.
That I'd stop expecting you to be here.

But I haven't. I still can't wrap my head around it.

You were supposed to be here.
We had plans. We had a future. We had so much left to do together.

And now you're just... gone.
And I'm supposed to accept that?
I'm supposed to be okay with it?

I'm not. I don't think I ever will be.

Because losing you doesn't make sense.
It's not fair. It's not right.
And no amount of time is going to make it feel any different.

I still can't believe you're gone.
And part of me thinks I never will.

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If these words connected with you, you’ll find many more like them in What Remains. It’s a collection of the writings I’ve shared over the years, bringing together reflections on grief, love, loss, and the connections that continue long after someone is gone.

I hope it brings you comfort, understanding, and the reminder that you’re not alone.

If you’d like to read more, you can find the book here

Available now on Amazon

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I’m not dying.

But I’m not really living either.

I’m somewhere in between. In this strange gray space where I’m functioning but not thriving. Where I’m getting through the days but not actually experiencing them.

I’m surviving. That’s it. That’s all I’ve got.

I wake up. I go through the motions. I do what needs to be done. I make it to the end of the day and then I do it all over again.

I’m breathing. I’m showing up. I’m here.

But I’m not living. Not the way I used to. Not the way other people are.

I’m stuck in this in-between place. Not drowning anymore but not swimming either.

Just... treading water. Staying afloat. Barely.

People think I’m doing better because I’m not falling apart in front of them. Because I’m going to work. Because I’m answering texts. Because I look like I have it together.

But having it together and actually living are two completely different things.

Everything feels muted.

Like I’m watching my life happen from behind glass. I can see it. I can participate in it. But I can’t actually feel it. Not the way I used to.

Joy doesn’t feel like joy anymore. It feels like a memory of what joy used to be. Happiness is fleeting and shallow. Excitement doesn’t exist.

I’m just... flat. Numb.

Going through the day on autopilot.

And nobody talks about this part.

They talk about the immediate grief—the shock, the crying, the falling apart.

And they talk about healing—the moving on, the finding joy again, the rebuilding.

But nobody talks about this space in between.

Where you’re not destroyed anymore, but you’re not whole either.

Where you’re functioning but not really present.

I don’t know how long I’ve been here. Months? Longer?

Time doesn’t work right in this space.

Days blur together.

Weeks pass without anything actually happening.

I’m just stuck here.

In this gray space.

Not dying. Not living. Just existing.

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If these words connected with you, you’ll find many more like them in What Remains. It’s a collection of the writings I’ve shared over the years, bringing together reflections on grief, love, loss, and the connections that continue long after someone is gone.

I hope it brings you comfort, understanding, and the reminder that you’re not alone.

If you’d like to read more, you can find the book here

Available now on Amazon

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