04/09/2025
"That grief never found its way to language until much later. Instead, it lodged in my body and shadowed my days.
Throughout much of my adult life, I’ve lived with the effects of trauma and the exhaustion of persistent depression. I’ve had to spend years of my life not pursuing dreams but simply surviving: waking up, staying alive, and doing it all again the next day.
There are moments I wonder what more I could have done, how much farther I might have gone had I not been living inside a body always in recovery."
There’s a particular kind of grief that often goes unnamed. It’s not the grief of losing someone we love or even the grief that accompanies a devastating diagnosis.
