Grief Gets Weightier in December


“There is no way to be whole without first embracing our brokenness. Wounds transform us, if we let them.” ~Sue Monk Kidd
Menopause flagged up everything unresolved, unmet, and unchallenged and asked me to meet it with grace.
I’m not saying it was an overnight thing—more like a ten-year process of discovery, rollercoaster style. One of those “strap yourself in, no brakes, no seatbelt, possibly no survival” rides.
If I’m honest, the process is still unfolding, but with less “aaaaggggghhhhh” and more “oh.”
Having mentally swapped Nemesis Inferno for It’s a Small World, I can now look back with

“The habits you created to survive will no longer serve you when it’s time to thrive.” ~Eboni Davis
I learned early how to measure the danger in a room. With a narcissistic mother, the air could shift in an instant—her tone slicing through me, reminding me that my feelings had no place.
With an alcoholic stepfather, the threat was louder, heavier, and more unpredictable. I still remember the slam of bottles on the counter, the crack of his voice turning to fists, the way I would hold my breath in the dark, hoping the storm would pass without landing on …

“Have no fear of perfection—you’ll never reach it.” ~Salvador Dalí
We live in a world that worships polish.
Perfect photos on Instagram. Seamless podcasts with no awkward pauses. Articles that read like they’ve passed through a dozen editors.
And now, with AI tools that can produce mistake-free writing in seconds, the bar feels even higher. Machines can generate flawless sentences, perfect grammar, and shiny ideas on demand. Meanwhile, I’m over here second-guessing a paragraph, rewriting the same sentence six different ways, and still wondering if “Best” or “Warmly” is the less awkward email sign-off.
It’s easy to feel like our …

“The strongest people are the ones who are still kind after the world tore them apart.” ~Raven Emotion
A few months ago, I stopped being friends with my best friend from childhood, whom I had always considered like my brother.
It was a tough decision, but I had to make it.
In the past five years, my friend (let’s call him Andy) had become increasingly rude and dismissive toward my feelings.
Not a single week went by without him criticizing me for being optimistic and for never giving up despite being a “failure.”
Still, I tried to be understanding. I …