Tag: grief
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Navigating Christmas When Joy Feels Distant
I walked into church on Sunday, and one of the greeters asked me, “Are you ready for Christmas?” I paused. Ready? Not really. I told them I had mixed feelings. Because this year, Christmas doesn’t feel simple, joyful, or easy. The truth is, I lost the life I had in Texas. I’m living with family,…
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Not Yet: Embracing the Middle Space
There’s a quiet ache that comes with being in-between — not who you once were, not exactly where you want to be, and not yet who you’re becoming and not yet where you hope to arrive. It’s that space where you’ve outgrown old versions of yourself, old patterns, even old relationships… but the new version…
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What I Buried With My Grandmother
For my grandmother, whose fire lives on in me. I know she would have wanted me to speak my truth. And I’ll keep doing just that. En memoria de mi abuela—quien me enseñó a ser fuerte, valiente, atrevida y auténtica. When we buried my grandmother, I didn’t just say goodbye to her—I said goodbye to…
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Breaking the Cycle: Choosing Peace Over Survival
For a long time, I thought survival was strength. I thought being strong meant enduring, sticking it out, holding it together no matter what. That’s what the women before me did. That’s what I saw. But one day I realized: survival is not the same as peace, and I wanted peace—for me and for my…
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Incase no one warned you: healing comes with exhaustion
Rupture comes from the Old Latin word rumpere, which means to break. And broken is exactly how we feel when we rupture. – Regena Thomashauer “Tired.” For weeks, that had been my answer almost every time my therapist, Rachel, asked how I was doing, as I walked over to her couch and moved one of…
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Thirty, healing and surviving
A lot of people freak out about turning 30. Yes, turning 30 is major, but it’s not the end of the world. Trust me.
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Riding the waves of grief
I don’t think anyone can predict how they will grieve, and sometimes grief is not what you expected it to be. I have learned that grief comes in waves. Sometimes the water is calm, and other times it’s overwhelming. All we can do is keep swimming …
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Raising a wise child
When I became a mother, I thought it would always be my role to help my daughter navigate through life. But lately, I’ve been thinking a whole lot about how children can come to us with such honesty, sincerity and natural wisdom … and how as adults, we can miss it, because we get so…
Mommy Finger, Baby Finger 