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There’s a common phrase people use when someone is grieving: “You’ll move on.” Sometimes it’s said softly, other times with misplaced encouragement, but always with the implication that grief is a place to leave behind. But here’s the truth—there is no “moving on” from grief. And we don’t walk through it, either, as if it’s…

Grief is such a private thing. And yet, somehow, in the deepest, aching places of our hearts, we long for the world to understand the pain we’re carrying. We want compassion. We want presence. We want someone to get it. But the irony is — most people only ever see the “pretty” part of grief.…

Today it feels like grief is lodged in my throat—thick and heavy, like a scream that never made it out, a sob that never had room to finish. I can’t swallow it down, and I can’t let it go. It just sits there, pulsing like a second heartbeat, tight and sharp and impossible to ignore.…

One of the hardest things I’m facing in this grief is learning to accept that I am not who I was before my son died. That person—the one who could manage the chaos, juggle all the things, carry the weight of everyone else’s needs and still show up with a smile—is gone. I didn’t choose…

There was a time I sang without thinking—while driving, cooking, folding laundry. Hymns, old favorites, the latest song stuck in my head. Music flowed from me like breath, effortless and familiar. It was a part of who I was, woven into the rhythm of everyday life. But somewhere along the way—after the shock, after the…

The loss of a loved one to suicide brings indescribable pain, and for many grieving families, faith becomes an anchor in the storm. Yet, outdated or incorrect theological teachings about suicide have caused confusion, unnecessary guilt, and judgment, often when compassion and understanding are needed most. It’s important to address a deeply held misconception: that…

Easter used to feel like a sunrise—brilliant, bursting with life. A celebration of victory over death. The culmination of every promise we cling to. But this year, it felt different. The music still played, the lilies still bloomed, and the churches filled with color and hope—but my heart ached beneath it all. And now, as…

I never knew that grief can look like rage. Not just sadness, not just longing, not even your typical anger—but a kind of fury that rises out of nowhere and swallows you whole. The kind that makes your hands shake and your chest tighten and your voice tremble with words you never thought you’d say…

There’s so much about this life that just doesn’t make sense. The suffering, the loss, the injustice—it feels relentless sometimes. The weight of it presses in, especially when I look at what’s been stolen. The dreams cut short. The future that should have unfolded but won’t. The “should haves” and “would haves” play on repeat…

There are days—sometimes even a few in a row—where it almost feels like I’m doing okay. The air feels lighter. My chest doesn’t ache as much. I smile, maybe even laugh, and for a moment, the weight loosens its grip. I start to believe that maybe I’m turning a corner. That maybe the worst of…