I'll be ready. I'm not sure for what exactly. But maybe that's what being ready really means.

When you care about other people, it takes the spotlight off your own drama.

For someone grieving, moving forward is the challenge. Because after extreme loss, you want to go back.

I'll be ready. I'm not sure for what exactly. But maybe that's what being ready really means.

All reality is a blender where hopes and dreams are mixed with fear and despair.

I force myself to think of anything but the one thing that I'm actually always thinking about. And that is so exhausting that I sleep more than I ever have.

I somehow make it through the first month. I dress and brush my teeth when they tell me to. And I experience the hollow feeling of complete loss, which is emptiness.