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Music, Memory, and the Messiness of Healing
Sometimes the city’s hum is my only friend, carrying the ADHD chaos and grief I can’t voice. In music’s melodies, I find the words I lost. Read more on the blog about the messiness of healing.
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Many of my What Ifs
The raw version of the poem are scattered thoughts in a beautiful mind. Recently edited the post to include the poem I wrote shortly after.
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The Things that Matter in Grief & Recovery
The truest inheritance is not found in possessions, but in the love we share and the stories we keep alive. One thing I’ve learned in Grief & Recovery is that no object is worth more than a united family, and no memory should be lost to conflict.
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Public Grief and Private Respect
In a world where celebrity deaths are often reduced to trending hashtags and comment section debates, I reflect on the importance of respect, timing, and empathy, especially for those left behind.
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Breathless: A Year of Grief, Loss, and Rebuilding My Voice
“Grief doesn’t care if you’re ready. Life doesn’t wait for you to catch your breath. This year broke me in ways I didn’t know were possible but somehow, I’m still here. Still breathing. Still writing.”
Author: thelunaprojects
