Grieving Community

A Stranger Beneath My Skin

I was given a body before I was ever asked what shape my soul preferred. They called it mine the day I learned to breathe, yet every mirror introduced me to someone else. Not ugly. Not broken. Just... wrong. Like a song played in the wrong key, recognizable enough that everyone insists it's... read more

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No one talks about how hard it is to show up as the best version of yourself while being mistreated. How hard it is to stay soft when life keeps giving you reasons to harden. How hard it is to communicate calmly when you’re constantly being misunderstood. How hard it is to choose grace when... read more

The Night Everything Slowed Down 🍃

It was two in the morning, and the city seemed to be breathing more slowly than usual. I sat by a floor-to-ceiling glass window on the second floor of a quiet brewery, a half-finished glass of wine resting between my hands. Somewhere behind me, a jazz saxophone melted into the low hum of... read more

I really was excited for this tattoo

But…for some reason, it has lost it’s meaning. Someone told me, “you can never be with anyone.” And, maybe, that is what this tattoo stood for. But last night, I had a dream, which changed things. Suddenly, the tattoo lost its meaning. And so, the tattoo session is cancelled, indefinitely. I... read more

What healing looks like

Be it a traumatic event, a breakup, even keeping emotions bottled up until we lose ourselves, all have one thing in common - they destabilize us. The first step is regaining our foothold, finding our stability again. For some, that comes intuitively and with the support of friends and family. For... read more

Rafayel.

His line here reminds me a lot when I was grieving and healing myself from past relationships. Comforted myself and here LADS writers decided to read my mind (jk) and made Rafayel said it😂❤️ its such a huge comfort, quite disorienting at first but managed to warmed my heart 😇