Tag: living-while-dying

Nine Year Metaversary

Nine (9) years is a strange country to inhabit when you were once told you might only have months. Time changes shape when it is measured not in vacations or promotions or retirement plans, but in scan dates, infusion schedules, pathology reports, and the quiet calculations you do before every holiday, every birthday, every milestone, … Continue reading Nine Year Metaversary →

The Burden of Honesty in Suffering

Bedroom with unmade bed, nightstand lamp, clothes on chair, and city view through window

There is a peculiar loneliness in suffering that cannot decide how visible it is allowed to become. A terrible arithmetic that governs and if you step wrong, there are serious consequences. Maybe not in the short run, but absolutely over time. Speak too often of pain, exhaustion, grief, disability, illness, fear—and suddenly your humanity is … Continue reading The Burden of Honesty in Suffering →