Sleep is important. I can’t do the work grief requires if I go too long without it.

I’ve learned it’s best to find quiet moments to journal feelings that might be unhelpful or downright hurtful to express to others.

Even though I'm stronger, I still experience a constant and unrelenting level of stress that often makes even ordinary tasks difficult...

When faced with a wall of overwhelming and cascading feelings, I do the next right thing-whatever that may be until I see a sliver of light.

I’ve learned the hard way that memories are precious.  I don’t want the ones I’m making now to always be tainted by sorrow and loss.