Getting through grief is such a process. My relationship with my brother hadn’t been ideal these past few years, but as long as he was alive, there was always that small hope — that maybe one day he’d face his addictions and find his way back to us. Now he’s gone, and so much feels unresolved.

Going into the house where he’d been living was surreal. While searching for paperwork the hospital needed, it was impossible not to see the chaos he’d been living in. I think, in the end, he knew and regretted cutting his family out of his life.
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Facing Our Fears: The Path to Freedom

The author reflects on how we often delay confronting difficult tasks and emotions, building invisible walls of fear and avoidance. In the poem “Brick by Brick,” she shares her journey …

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Unfixable, Still Beautiful

I was a glass—shattered into a thousand truths.They came, one by one,with hands full of sorry,trying to fix,trying to mend.But they once tried their very best—to break me into pieces.And when I fin…

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