Been through the wringer? If there's someone you want to thank for helping you through hard times, read this letter. It works for the grief support or the battles with chronic illness. For the 2am tears that kept you both up. Or anything that made you wonder how on earth you'd pull through. Share it if it hits home.

Let’s be honest: nothing makes death easier for the ones left behind. Yet what breaks your heart connects you to others in new ways. Through that common thread, you grow the courage to bloom from your wounds. To grow, to give, to live again. And here’s what that might mean for you…

Grief hurts. It can feel like wreckage, like being washed away and remade in a new way. We can label grief as bad, badgering it into being innately wrong when, in fact, it’s proof that we’ve lived and loved. Really lived, really loved. This poem embraces grief as part of LIFE, not just death, and essential to healing.

Have you ever felt so broken that you know you’ll never be the same again? Maybe you feel that way now. Know this: here, after all the falling apart and right in the middle of not-knowing, you can breathe. You can make something new. That’s because even though you’re breaking, you’re unbreaking too. Read this poem to feel better about it.

Grief isn’t hard. It’s impossible. Inevitable. Terrible. The consequence of love, and proof that you’ve lived… really lived. If you’ve ever survived an impossible thing, you, my friend, are brave. Truly. You are.

This is a prayer for the lost. It's for the people you've loved and lost and still love. It's for you when you're the one who needs to be carried. We all need that kind of help. So here's a prayer. For the love that keeps you from being too far apart. Even on the days when the people you love feel too far away.

You’re beautifully entangled with everything. With everyone you love. When you feel it, life is better than good. But, of course, it doesn’t always feel like it. Life can be HARD, confusing, chaotic. Here’s a spiritual writing exercise to get you out of your own head and into your heart.

“If you wake up breathing, it’s a good day!” Said the guy who was sick his entire life. That guy (my dad) is my hero and today would have been his 62nd birthday. Read this hero poem to celebrate that brave person you’ve been blessed to cross paths with, the one who made your world a little bit brighter.

Courage, to me, means that you show up anyway. Regardless of doubt, insecurity, and fear. No matter how many times you’ve been forced into despair before. This is a courage poem to honor that struggle and the strength still left, even when you’re not sure how you can keep going.

The words we choose to document our lives — those we read, those we write, those we speak to ourselves and others — influence what we hold as truths. I have a little note (and a poem) for you on healing through writing. I’ve learned firsthand that putting negative experiences into words has positively profound effects.