Last week my therapist said that as painful as grief is, it's reflective of how much you loved someone. My optimism about Tubs' ability to recover from his illness didn't keep him alive. He passed away at home, in my arms, while I was feeding him. It was traumatic. I was wracked with guilt. I … Continue reading Grief Reflects Love
The past weekend I moved to an apartment in Evanston. Three stories up with no elevator. We were too stubborn to hire movers and a part of me thinks we might always be. Maybe that's okay. My sister, brother-in-law and I have spent a decade helping one another with moves, so at this point we're … Continue reading Goodbye Lincoln Square, Hello Evanston!
We are stubborn, fearful of rejection, and don't want to "bother" anyone, or at least that's how I feel when I think of asking anyone for anything. I get anxious even just asking my roommate/best friend/therapist if I can eat some of her chips. Okay, so, normally instead of some I eat them all, but … Continue reading Asking Is The Hard Part