Although I feel like I’ve been hit by a ton of bricks after my therapy sessions, these truth bombs from my therapist are what I need to hear.
They say grief gets easier with time. I don’t think it gets easier. It just changes form. In those first few days, weeks, and months, I was lost in my own grief. Then I transformed.
I was not only captivated by the story in All the Bright Places, but completely tuned into the ways they were bringing mental illness into the conversation.
Y’all, I miss my mom like crazy every day; but I can’t look past the change in myself without her here. I can’t deny the way that grief has changed me.
The rides, shows, and all-around family fun at SeaWorld was just what we needed to keep us focused on what we have, yet gently remind us of what we lost.
I share a lot of things I enjoy with my kids. Sometimes they like those things too, and sometimes it’s clearly a miss. One of my favorite things that seems to have down well with both Colby and the kids is musicals. I.love.musicals. From The Sound of Music to, most recently, The Greatest Showman, I…