“Grief tends to trickle into our routines, our hopes, and our dreams. Loss shifts the landscape and changes everything we see. It’s a lot for a heart to grieve. It’s a lot for a heart to navigate the soul-deep all-encompassing ache.”
“I dream of never being called resilient again in my life. I’m exhausted by strength. I want support. I want softness, I want ease. I want to be amongst kin. Not patted on the back for how well I take a hit. Or how many.”
“Sometimes hope comes in the form of a white feather on the ground, the shape of a cloud, a bird calling, a sunray on your skin. And sometimes, it comes in the form of a dear friend who holds your hand and whispers belief in your ear when all you want to do is throw...
