Today is the second anniversary of this blog, but I’m not going to say too much because I’ll be doing a post on Sunday on my grandmother’s birthday. As I’ve said before, the road of grief has gotten easier over these two years: the road isn’t as full of gravel and it’s not as hard to take my next step, but my journey is far from over.

Case in point: I had an emotional breakdown at work on Friday because of something incredibly minor. As small as it was, it made me feel horrible and tossed aside. I even considered quitting over it.

That’s when I knew something more was going on with me. My current contract position is the highest-paying and most flexible one I’ve ever had, they’re going to have to throw me out of here. I looked at the calendar and put two and two together. My grandmother’s birthday is almost here and it’s fucking with me whether I know it or not. Your body always knows.

When my grandmother first died, this blog and therapy were the two best outlets I had. I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t started writing to all of you. Thank you to all of you who take time out of your day to read my thoughts. Thank you to all of you who have shared your experiences with grief with me. It’s ineffable how much it’s helped me.

I hope to document my grief journey here for a long time. I hope you all will keep reading! See you Sunday.

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