Almost 15 years ago, after my teen daughter died suddenly,  after a few months passed and I felt worse than ever (ha.  It would get WAY worse), I recall having the distinct feeling that I knew how death row prisoners felt.  An atomic bomb had exploded inside my life, and nothing would ever be okay again. With no choice in the matter,  I had been handed a life sentence with absolutely no chance of parole.  I would be forced to live out my days in a joy-free place, in this prison of never ending pain.  This prison of anguish beyond description, of tears beyond counting, of a constant heavy weight pressing on my heart, of not sleeping, of over medicating; a prison within my own family, which, like so many others, was decimated by my girl’s death.  Bleak, right? Yes it was, and thus was my mindset as I began this journey down the road no parent wants to walk – life after your child’s death.

I want to explore themes related to grief and grief recovery, love, therapy, hope, addiction, and most of all, the human spirit.  I am changed, I am NOT the person I was ‘before’, but I am not the forever broken woman I thought I was, either.  There IS life after death.  So please come back – in the end, it’s a beautiful story and I’m honored to share my crazy life if it helps just on every person get to the next minute, hour or day. Love really is the answer.