grief
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I am having a hard time picking a place to start with writing this post. Over the last week, I reflected on what I want to say, but it gets jumbled up every time. I am more in amazement that it has been five years. It sure as hell doesn’t feel like it. Driving to
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I am slowly becoming a fan of audiobooks. I hate reading, but I do enjoy listening. I guess that fed into my passion of mental health counseling. I am honestly just happy I found a way to enjoy books after grad school practically ruined reading for me. My newest obsession is The Subtle Art of
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I have been trying so hard to get back on my once-a-week writing schedule, but again life got in the way. The keyword lately has been try. That’s all I have been doing. I am trying to stay afloat. I try to give it my all at work. I try to push through the pain,
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I laid there. Taking it all in. A half empty closet. Cleared out dressers. Dust bunnies strewn across the floor. One corner with a TV and Nintendo Switch sitting up on the shelf. There wasn’t much else left to this room. Most of its contents were already removed and transported across the river to my
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So you know, yesterday (February 27th) would have been your 66th birthday. Although it has gotten easier to manage my feelings around anniversaries and holidays, it doesn’t mean I miss you any less. It’s been just over two years and three birthdays since you left this world. At least in the physical sense. I still
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Dad, I miss you. I don’t know why, but this holiday season seems to be hitting harder than last. I mean, I think I know why, but my heart hurts more so. I definitely felt it more after attending your brother’s memorial service. RIP Uncle Sam. Our family came together and showed their unconditional love
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I’m a day late on this one but for good reason. I purposely avoided social media yesterday. Distancing myself from the white noise made the day easier. Especially when the day serves as a bittersweet reminder. As much of a Hallmark holiday as it might be, holidays like Father’s Day carry meaning. It’s a day
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Fridays are for fun! My idea of fun this last Friday was driving an hour to meet with my accountant and do my taxes at 8:30 in the morning. Friday? More like Fri-yay! Am I right? Since I decided to avoid the tolls, my GPS took me on the scenic route. It added maybe five
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This will be your second birthday that you will not be here in your corporeal form. As your birthday nears and I see the date growing nearer, I am served this constant reminder. Has it gotten easier since we lost you in the physical world? No. Absolutely not. Has the intensity of the grief subsided?
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Dear Dad, , I know we talk every day, but it has been a year since I last wrote to you. It’s been a fucking year. Holy shit. I remember driving to my client’s house at around 12:30 on Halloween last year when your wife called me hysterically crying. She couldn’t even get the words
The Caring Counselor 