Grief Diary #21: Permanently Diverging Paths

I’m friends with all my exes, but two. With one of them, I don’t want to keep in touch, and with the other, he doesn’t want to keep in touch with me.

Not keeping…

Grief Diary #20: My Younger Hair

A couple of years back, someone I met on Hinge wanted me to get on a call, something I don’t really like to do as an introvert who hates speaking on the phone. But…

Grief Diary #19: Salvation Fantasy

I learned a new word today – Salvation Fantasy. Registered trauma therapist, Kina Wolfenstein (@cptsdtherapist) mentioned this in an Instagram post that I was meant to see today.

Because yesterday, while falling asleep, I…

Grief Diary #18: My (First) Marriage

When I separated and divorced from my ex-husband a few years back, I also left my corporate career and sprang into coaching and freelance writing, destabilizing my financial security along the way. My first-ever…

Grief Diary #17: The Year Bygone

2025 was the year of the snake. The year of shedding and the year of snaking around.

I, too, shed multiple times this year like a snake that usually sheds four to twelve times a…

Grief Diary #16: A Room of One’s Own

Virginia Woolf said famously in her book A Room of One’s Own, “A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.” I have a copy of…

Grief Diary #15: Staying Still, Serene, and Stuck

Imagine a long, lustrous river that skirts along a valley. Perhaps, the river of life. Lots of trees, shrubs, and massive stones on its banks. When it rains or the winds take all control,…

Grief Diary #14: First Time for Everything

Do you remember the first time you asked for one of your needs to be met? You might think you do this on the daily, but I’d encourage you to think more, think deeper….

Grief Diary #13: A Country That Broke My Heart

I moved to the US for my MBA at 27. It was dark, gray, and it rained all the time, like it was typical for Oregon. But I bought a red raincoat and gray…

Grief Diary #12: Weddings and Such

Whenever I see a happy wedding on TV, I grieve the wedding I never had because my first and only wedding (so far) was not raucously happy. There was no dancing, no elaborate toasts…