The Grief in the Attic

Why my grief is packed tightly in a box in the attic of my mind

I sat with my eyes clenched shut and imagined a cardboard box sitting in front of me. Large enough to hold all the contents I wished to put into it, but not big enough that I would miss it if I went looking for it. With that visual in mind, I began…



Musings about living an alchemical life through learning, writing, and meaning making.

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Jade Eby

Creative Empowerment Advocate • Novelist and Certified Trauma Recovery Coach • Professional cat-herder