Writing has always been a source of comfort for me, but it wasn’t until I experienced profound grief that I truly understood its healing power. When words fail in conversation, they seem to flow effortlessly onto the page, allowing me to process emotions I didn’t even know I was carrying.  Through journaling, poetry, or even simple reflections, writing has become my way of making sense of loss and finding moments of peace amidst the pain. It’s not a cure for grief, but it’s a companion that helps me move forward, one word at a time.

Tips for Dealing with Catastrophizing

My husband and I are Digital Nomads who work remotely and travel, and for the most part, it is fun and interesting. In early grief, however, after I lost my 20-year-old son to suicide, I never thought I’d leave my home, much less travel around the world.

Read more »

Movement

While I resisted moving for so many months in early grief, I now need it as much as I need air to breathe. It's become a vital part of my healing that keeps my grief from stagnating.

Read more »

The Weeping Woman

I’m standing inside the Museum of Modern Art in New York City observing a drawing by one of the most iconic artists of the twentieth century, Pablo Picasso. 

Read more »