Acceptance is acknowledging the painful parts of our stories and learning to live with grief as a friend.

I experienced seasons of depression long before my mom died, I just didn’t know that’s what I was experiencing.

I tried to bargain with a god and was unsuccessful…

It burned my throat to say that sentence. It hurt my chest to feel those words. I was so, so angry. All it took was making waffles to trigger my anger about what I had lost.

The first month or so after my mom died I didn’t feel anything. Denial. I was a functional human, and I think it confused the people around me.