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Posts by Sarah Jeanne Browne

Sarah Jeanne Browne is a speaker, writer, and activist. She is a self-help writer published on Forbes, Bella Grace, Lifehack, Tiny Buddha, Elephant Journal, Thrive Global, Raise Center, and more. She spoke at The Peal Center’s Transition Conference 2010, Pennsylvania Youth Leadership Network, The Woodlands Foundation, Reimagine, and various podcasts. She is an activist for human and animal rights. She volunteers for Tiny Buddha. She has bipolar, dyscalculia, and AuDHD. She/They Her website is www.sarahjeannebrowne.com and you can follow her on Facebook @sarahjsocialjustice.

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What’s Really Important: 3 Things I Realized When I Lost My Grandmother

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“We forget what we want to remember and remember what we want to forget.” ~The Road

“Okay grandma, we’re going to run away!” I wheeled my grandma Jeanne in her wheelchair into the sunlight, through the courtyard, after we exited her nursing home. She knew though that she couldn’t leave, but she went along with the game. She knew she was stuck there. But we had fun with it, nonetheless.

I really did want to run away with her. I’d had a dream the night before that she told me, “I’m at the end of my life. You will be …

How I Saved Myself by Surrendering When Everything Fell Apart

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“And here you are, living despite it all.” ~Rupi Kaur

“I surrender!” I said this mantra out loud as my life was spiraling out of control.

I had spent a summer in college as a camp counselor separated from my fiancé. He sent me no letters and did not keep in touch. Still, I held on. By the time I came back home, we were broken. I had also realized he was emotionally abusing me. It took that separation to make me see it.

I realized I had been truly alone in the relationship. I was never lonelier than …

You Never Know How Much Time You Have, So Forgive While You Can

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“Forgiveness is to set a prisoner free and discover the prisoner was you.” ~Corrie ten Boom

I sat next to my stepmother Elaine in her hospital room. I was thirteen. We’d met six years prior as she took a stepmother’s role and had a strained relationship and didn’t speak to each other for parts of it.

Elaine was facing terminal brain cancer. So far she had kept herself together and composed, remaining strong on the outside. I was trying my hardest to do the same for her.

It had all started back when I was seven and my dad took …