Thank you for your story, Lyndsay. You’re definitely not alone in the crying and grief department. In 2006 my husband and soul mate of nine months(!) was diagnosed with early-onset dementia. Less than five years later, he had passed. I wrote the first draft of my book an hour at a time in coffee shops because I knew I wouldn’t cry in public. After each writing session, I’d go home and cry in private. However, when I went to work on the second draft, my grief took over and I could not write. At all. For three years. Then I moved from where I lived in Colorado to the north coast of California, where I spent time nearly every day walking up and down the beach. After a few months of this (I think the ocean healed me), my inner guidance system directed me to my laptop to resume working on the book. I published it last November. It isn’t quite what I had envisioned, but it’s done. I’ll start working next month on my second book (related to the first), and then a third after that. My California “sabbatical” is over. Later this month I’m moving back to Colorado. It helped me to get away, and it feels better than I ever dreamed it would to be going back home, scars healed and stronger yet gentler. Love and hugs and best wishes to each of us with our memoir writing journey.