Day 3,391: Fear

I think I realized today that I’m afraid of my grief. And it doesn’t take me long to figure out what, exactly, I’m afraid of: I’m afraid that my grief will consume my life. I’m afraid that I’ll get stuck, and everything I’ve worked for will slip away.

My brother completed suicide the fall after I graduated college. I really struggled after I graduated. It took me, I’d say, seven years after that happened to really feel like I’d found my place again in my own life. I distinctly remember feelin...