The Ground Drops Out
Nobody prepares you for the moment the story stops making sense. Here’s what I wish I’d known.
I’m not a therapist. I’m not a philosopher. I hold no credentials that qualify me to tell you how to navigate the worst moments of your life. What I have is something different -- a collection of experiences I didn’t choose, losses I wasn’t prepared for, and a particular kind of disorientation that I now recognize as the thing nobody warned me about. Not the grief itself. The loss of the map.
I speak from experience I didn’t ask for and wouldn’t wish on anyone.
