The Weight of Every Breath

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.

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

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