a little cliche

When i was trying to figure out what to name this blog i was struggling. I am not a writer, let alone a good one. I decided to start writing here not just about my journey through grief and loss, but really a little of everything. Im kind of a mess. Sometimes not even at…

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and today, i got angry again.

five years and nine months ago, a piece of me died. i never saw it coming. it hit me like a train. a train that almost killed me. my "person", the "christina" to my "meredith", if you will (grays anatomy reference), died. just like that he was gone. my 27 year old best friend who…