Why Saturdays Are the Worst

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Every Saturday morning is met with an irrevocably loud silence. I've always been amused by the way people often describe silence as deafening because it's ultimately the biggest contradiction, we as a society, make. We attribute these emotions and abstract concepts to simple feelings because silence, can actually be one of the most destructive and … Continue reading Why Saturdays Are the Worst

I Made The Choice to No Longer Hide My Emotions While I’m Grieving

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As much as I'd like to say it gets better, it's on days like these that I'm fearful that they don't. I've been planning my wedding since December of 2016, after getting engaged six months earlier at my favorite cafe where my soon-to-be-husband and I shared our first caffeinated first date. Fast forward six months … Continue reading I Made The Choice to No Longer Hide My Emotions While I’m Grieving

What I Learned About Grief, As A 20-Something Who Lost A Parent

I used to write because I loved it. But now I only write as a way to consolidate my grief. I’ve given myself a pretty decent window of time for me to be able to grapple with the fact that my mother died from Stage IV Breast Cancer. I’ve done all the things you’re supposed to … Continue reading What I Learned About Grief, As A 20-Something Who Lost A Parent

What Happens Now? Everything I Want To Say The Morning After My Mom Died

The logical part of my brain tells me that your suffering has ended and you get to be free, and back to your normal self - the level of normality that the surgeon we saw last week says is unattainable because he HAS to say that. What's normal anyhow? For me, it was to see … Continue reading What Happens Now? Everything I Want To Say The Morning After My Mom Died

I Lost My Mother, But I’m Finding Comfort In All The Signs That She’s Never Truly Left Me

As published on Thought Catalog. Please check out the post here. I lost my mom on Tuesday, February 28th, 2017 at 4:00am in the morning. My mom and I were so close that we could often feel when the other was in distress. Yet, this morning, I woke up at my own apartment, brushed my … Continue reading I Lost My Mother, But I’m Finding Comfort In All The Signs That She’s Never Truly Left Me