Instagram Therapy

by Domenique Osborne

With @textsforjohn, I can still walk through the world looking for things to share with my brother — even though he’s no longer here.

That Would Have Been a Great Story

by Stacy Feintuch

My high school boyfriend and I lost our respective spouses just months apart — and reconnected over our grief. I would like to be able to say that we fell back in love and lived happily ever after. Something else unfolded.

A Therapist Says Goodbye

by Pat Blumenthal

We are not ‘friends’ with those we treat. But many of our patients make a very deep and lasting impression on us.

Dude, Where's My Grief?

by Dan Wolfson

One guy’s journey through the murky territory of loss, and the map it has left behind.

My Mom’s Violent Death Gave Me PTSD

by Erin Donovan

I had to remind myself, repeatedly, that my mom was dead. If I can imagine what it feels like to have dementia, this might be it. Having to be told the same bad news again and again and again.

What I Still Can’t Do

by Kellyn Shoecraft

Ten months after my sister’s death, I can laugh and smile. I can sometimes care about other people’s problems. I can’t listen to voicemails or write thank you notes or stop waiting for the other shoe to drop.

The Un-Telling

by Noa Silver

I shared our pregnancy news early — asserting that I wanted my community with me in joy, but also in potential sorrow. Now that I had miscarried, there were so many calls to make.