Please don’t tell me your life is worse than mine — And that castle can crumble at any time, but so far my life has been pretty good. It hasn’t always been that way, but with a lot of work and and a lot of support, my life is I feel just as good or bad as anyone else’s. Suzy my…

Grief does not know how to tell time. — Today I acknowledged that my mother for all her good, and bad was a human being, deserving of recognition. I acknowledged her pain, grief, and guilt. I accepted my past without condition or apology. Without shame. I am not my mother. It was Mother’s day when I finally was ready to visit my mom at the nursing home. I felt like a fake. Making my way to…

Every word you say has meaning — I witnessed elder abuse. We had just placed my 95 year old father in a nursing home. He had fallen and now was in a wheelchair, was beginning to have dementia and needed more medical care than my 89 year old mother could give. We lived literally 5 minutes from…

I often lose hope but eventually it finds its way back home — So the whole world suddenly has depression. Wow! I was never depressed but now I know how you must feel. Hearing it all the time now. Well, guess what? You don’t know how depression feels unless you have depression. I get it, I really do. We are living in scary…

Every word you say has meaning — I had just walked in from a two hour freshman 101 English class. I immediately saw the pile of clothes. A huge pile of clothes were in our trash can. My clothes. My roommates looked at me and started to laugh. One of them matter-of-factly said, they were ugly, we…

Journaling gives me a voice. I cannot separate my past from today. Crying lets the pain talk. When I look into the mirror, I see I see a girl’s body shake Anxiety is like trying to say the alphabet backwards digging her fingers into her arms, biting her lips I…

Sometimes life is like a book with some of its pages missing. — I stared at the piece of paper and slowly dialed the number. Hi this is Hope, your daughter. It had been 17 years since he had heard those words. Trust makes you vulnerable. My parents divorced when I was eight. I was whisked away to New York where my grandmother…

If you look up into the sky and can’t see the stars, look tomorrow.

Grief has no boundaries