time doesn’t heal

I had a bit of a rough day a few days ago. I briefly visited the TU campus, and it was the first time I've really been on the actual campus since the candlelight vigil the school had for T. I honestly didn't even think twice about it at first. But as we drove through … Continue reading time doesn’t heal

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heartbreak and a thousand candles

Facebook is great. I love using it to connect, to express myself, and to see what everyone is up to. But every year around this time, i get these "on this day" memories on facebook. Usually it's a pretty neat feature, except for this one week. Most of the time it sucks and reopens wounds, … Continue reading heartbreak and a thousand candles

six years

this is gonna be a tough one. it's been a little while since i've written. i have been so busy with work and really just life in general. however, these last few days have been filled with nothing but dread. knowing it was almost here. the one day i hate most out of the whole … Continue reading six years

when i’m alone with my thoughts.

I have been working crazy hours. I fell asleep in my living room last night around 6pm when I got home. Which is great I guess, because I was really tired. The only problem is that I woke up at 2:30am wide awake and fully rested and I don't even have to start getting ready … Continue reading when i’m alone with my thoughts.

Death; for the little humans and the big ones.

I wrote this after I watched a talk that Kate Braestrup (pictured above during her talk “The House Of Mourning”) gave a few months ago. Link to that at the bottom of the page.   I love this so, so much. The things that she speaks about here are so important to me, things that I … Continue reading Death; for the little humans and the big ones.

and today, i got angry again.

five years and nine months ago, a piece of me died. i never saw it coming. it hit me like a train. a train that almost killed me. my "person", the "christina" to my "meredith", if you will (grays anatomy reference), died. just like that he was gone. my 27 year old best friend who … Continue reading and today, i got angry again.