Six Years Later, I Still Get My Dead Mother’s Mail
My mom died almost six years ago from pancreatic cancer. What you can’t avoid, even in the afterlife, it seems, is spam mail.
My mom died almost six years ago from pancreatic cancer. What you can’t avoid, even in the afterlife, it seems, is spam mail.
I’m your number one fan, and you can be mine.
The damage our relationship caused was powerful enough that it made me question everything I once stood for.
In the personal development and self-help community, there is a lot of talk about taking care of yourself, being your own boss, being the parent to your own inner child, and having your shit together—basically doing everything yourself. We often forget the beauty in the vulnerability and tenderness of admitting we might need help.
We need to be happy with what we have in order to move forward on our journey.
Personal development is all a matter of perspective.
We are not meant to spend time with the same people for extended periods of time. Humans are very social animals designed to live in villages and tribes with extended social networks.
Until you lose someone close to you, you won’t understand the pain and the toll it takes on a family.
Healing from a major trauma takes a long time. It will always haunt the back of your mind until you do.
Sometimes when people say things so many times to us, we begin to tune it out, especially when it comes from our parents. We take them and what they say for granted.