09/13/2026
This wasn’t my first experience with grief. It
wasn’t even my second. I’ve buried family. I’ve
buried friends. I’ve buried dreams, ministries,
relationships, and versions of myself I was
convinced would live forever. Still… Nothing
prepared me for this season. This wasn’t one death. It was death layered on top of disappointment. Fatigue piled onto responsibility. Loss sitting beside
success. Professional accomplishments shaking hands with private emptiness.
People congratulated me while I quietly questioned whether I still cared. That’s the confusing part about grief. It doesn’t
always announce itself with tears. Sometimes it
shows up as exhaustion. Sometimes it steals your appetite. Sometimes it convinces you to stop answering the phone. Sometimes it quietly removes the excitement from the very things that used to make you feel alive.
I noticed it before everyone else did. Writing became work. Speaking became work. Building programs became work. Helping
people became… work.
~Chapter 4: Being a therapist ain’t enough!~
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