03/27/2026
Sometimes I get fixated on little things—like the design in this coffee cup.
Some barista took an extra 10 seconds to do this, and here I am, a whole grief therapist, just sitting in it… letting it slow me down, letting it preach to me a little. It reminds me that not everything that helps us heal is big or dramatic. Sometimes it’s a quiet moment, a song on repeat, a safe conversation, or a cup of coffee that looks like somebody cared when they made it.
I spend my days holding space for people’s losses, especially the ones we don’t feel like they’re allowed to talk about. The pressure to “be strong,” provide, show up, and never fall apart is real. But your nervous system doesn’t care about your title, your role at church, your position at work. It just knows when it’s tired, grieving, and unseen.
So here’s your reminder: pay attention to the small things that are trying to take care of you. That first deep breath of the day. The friend who checks in. The moment you finally admit, “I can’t carry all of this by myself.”
If you’re there right now, my work—whether it’s counseling, grief groups, or supporting other helpers—is built for you. Send me a message if something in this hits home. You don’t have to have the right words; just say, “Hey, it’s me,” and we’ll take the next step together.
