“I love you and I am so happy for you. But if I don’t sound that way, I need you to understand, it isn’t about you. I am just feeling a little jealous to be honest.” “What? Jealous of what exactly?” the sharpness of her tone cut through to my heart. I immediately regretted opening... Continue Reading →
You can’t fix it:Helping someone who is grieving.
I am a fixer. When I see a problem, when I see someone hurting, I have this all-consuming to need to help. I want to give advice. Or buy them food. Or hug them. I just want to fix. It’s a horrible trait and can become quite annoying I know. But those who are close... Continue Reading →