Yesterday I heard someone recount a story of arriving to a show only to realize their tickets were for the next week. As I heard this story, I had flashbacks to Thanksgiving a few years ago, arriving to a vacation rental home on the wrong week. I wrote a post
There’s a common response I encounter while supporting people dealing with loss of all kinds whether that be death, divorce, illness, etc. After vulnerably revealing a bit of their sadness they quickly jump to, “but I know someone out there has it worse than me”, and this signals the end
Throughout life we are bound to grieve many things but often may not realize when we are grieving. I am not referring to the grief felt after the death of a loved one. This post is not meant to equate these losses to the experience of the death of a
