I jammed my thumb in the door of my car last Saturday. The door closed completely. Not just a little bit. But all the way, shut. As if my thumb was not inside the door. I nearly passed out but I had to find the strength to open the door to get my thumb back out. In those seconds, I was overwhelmed with the pain.…

If someone painted me, they would have to paint my heart outside of my chest. It is hanging there, feeling, experiencing. My heart processes everything first. Then it gives it to my head. Most of the time my heart takes things very personally. It goes into a heartbreaking position. I have been trying to get my heart further inside, behind the chest but no luck.…

It may seem unending. Your shoulders, shuddering. The day, unyielding. But did you know you can bear the loss? It may be easier for me to talk to the people who are just feeling a little down today. It is easier to lift them up. But I am not talking to them. I am talking to the ones who had something very cataclysmic happen. Something…

I don’t know how it comes back, but it does. It comes knocking on your door. Even though you can barely notice it at first. I am talking about the feeling of wanting to live again. I know you never thought it would come back. You didn’t believe it could find you. But it did. It found you crying in front of the TV. And…

I was completely blind before loss. Actually no, not blind. Hypnotized. Going about my day, as a wife, mother of toddlers, friendly neighbor, you know the rest. Living but not really living. And even after loss, I tried to go back to the hypnosis. Get the job I should be getting. Have people over for dinner, you know, do the right thing as a neighbor…