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“We are not put on this earth for ourselves, but are placed here for each other. If you are there always for others, then in time of need, someone will be there for you”.

-Jeff Warner

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  • The Loss… Part 5

    Chapter 5: The Gaping Hole There is a space inside me now that no one else can see, a hollow that stretches wide and deep, carved out by grief. It is a gaping hole, one that swallows me whole in quiet moments, in crowded rooms, in the middle of a mundane day. It is not…

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  • The Loss… Part 4

    Chapter 4: Everyday Landmines Grief has a way of sneaking up on you when you least expect it. It doesn’t announce itself. It doesn’t politely knock at the door of your mind. It hides in the corners of your day, in the quiet moments, in the ordinary routines, and then it explodes when you are…

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  • The Loss… Part 3

    Chapter 3: The Anger That Isn’t Yours I never knew grief could come with such fire. I knew it would hurt. I knew it would be heavy. But I didn’t know it could make me so angry, so feral, so out of control. And the person who bears the brunt of it is the one…

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  • The Loss… Part 2

    Chapter 2: The Weeks I Still Count Time doesn’t move the same way after loss. I look at the calendar and each week is a reminder of what could have been. I find myself doing the math, silently marking the days in my mind, the milestones, the growth that should have been. If everything had…

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  • The Loss… Part 1

    Chapter 1: The Echo of “Non-Viable” They said it so casually, almost like it was a fact to be noted in a chart: non-viable. I can’t stop hearing it. Non-viable. Non-viable. Those two words echo endlessly in my head, rolling over and over like a storm I can’t escape. Every time I close my eyes,…

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  • The Afterthought: Finding Hope

    The Weight of Silence There were countless days when I felt at my lowest, and it was never just once. It repeated itself like a motion stuck on replay, over and over in my head. I would lie in bed, thinking if I had just done things differently, if I had been less stubborn, if…

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I’m B. Honest, a writer using this space to share stories of healing, motherhood, marriage, and the messy beauty of being human. I write with honesty, compassion, and hope, creating a safe place for connection and reflection.