Griefjourney Stories

A Daughter's Grief, A Father's Love, A Soul Still Healing... I counted the days like I used to when I was a child; waiting for my father to come home from a long trip. But this time, he's not coming back. This book is a love letter to my grief. To the girl I was before July 7, 2022. To the silence that came after the miscalls. To the daughter who still whispers " I miss you, Dada" into her pillow. And to the woman who's learning that surviving is also a form of loving. Moonlight Still Finds Me isn't just a book. It's a gentle reminder that heartbreak doesn't make you broken. That even if you feel lost, you are not alone. Because somewhere in the dark; your story is still glowing. And so are you.

She lost her mother the morning of her final exam. Two years later, her father slipped away too. But Charlotte kept moving forward because grief didn't end her story. Charlotte's journey is one of love, loss, and quiet resilience. From the heart-wrenching moment she left an exam to attend her mother's funeral, to the unexpected passing of her father just as life began to stabilize, she finds herself grappling with questions no one can answer. Through heartbreak, faith, and the strength of sibling bonds, Beyond the Horizon explores how grief shapes us but doesn't have to define us. In the silence after the storm, Charlotte discovers something deeper, healing is not forgetting. It's learning how to carry the love forward. A deeply moving, real-life-inspired story of sorrow, survival, and hope after goodbye.

This is my story of falling in love, dealing with a roller coaster of emotions while caring for my husband through his illness, his passing, and living with my grief. Knowing the outcome, it was his choice to not receive a heart transplant. I was angry, until I woke up one day and realized that the only thing that I could do was stand by his side and make his life as comfortable as possible, while making memories for our son.

Third Man Syndrome

A collection of short stories and writings I have created over the past several years. I never thought these would be shared. Here we go I guess....

Collect the Shards. Save my dad. Survive Codexia. Fail-and I lose everything.

Buried beneath a field of shattered glass lies a weapon that was once a man, a soul sealed into steel to stop a war no one survived. She digs him up by accident.She wakes him on purpose. In a world where grief rots faster than bodies and the last ruins of civilization hunt anything unregistered, a desperate scavenger unearths a scythe that dreams in ash and remembers every life it ever failed to save. She needs power, and he needs silence, but when the ghosts of a collapsed war rise again and a lost sister's trail finally resurfaces, the two are forced into a bond neither of them asked for - and one that might break them both. A girl running out of hope. A weapon running out of excuses. A journey that will decide whether a buried soul can still choose who it becomes. The Soul That Slept in Steel - where power is a curse, mercy is a weapon, and every bond exacts its price.

What happens when our loved ones move on to Paradise? -A collection of short stories featuring family members who have left this Earth.

Lanterns for the Darkest Nights is a tender, raw, and honest collection of 14 reflections on grief, one for each moment your world feels too heavy to carry. This isn't a guidebook. It's a lantern: small, steady, and here when everything else feels dark. These pages won't tell you how to grieve. They won't pretend the road is straight. But they will sit with you - in the ache, the fog, the hours no one sees - and remind you that you are not walking alone. For anyone who has loved and lost, who is rebuilding from the wreckage, or who needs a soft place to land: these lanterns are for you. A light to hold when everything goes dark.

Logan meets a young boy who recently lost his father. He takes him under his wing and teaches him all of the things that he wishes someone had taught him when he lost his own dad around the same age.

"A raw and unfiltered exploration of pain, loss, and the small sparks of hope that keep us going. This piece dives deep into grief, struggle, and the fight to find light in the darkest moments. Honest, vulnerable, and real, it's a reminder that even in our heaviest days, there are reasons to keep moving forward."

🌌 Echoes of Elio In a fractured multiverse where memories bleed between worlds, Elio-a quiet, introspective drifter-awakens in a reality not his own. Each jump leaves behind fragments of who he was, and each new world tempts him with a life he might have lived. Haunted by echoes of love, loss, and identity, Elio must navigate the shifting sands of selfhood while unraveling the mystery of why he drifts-and whether he can ever stop. As timelines converge and choices ripple across dimensions, Elio discovers that the key to his freedom may lie not in escaping the drift, but in embracing the truth buried deep within his soul.

Two years have passed since the tragic loss of his beloved wife, Linda. Detective Danny Reagan finds himself caught in the throes of grief, navigating life's challenges while keeping his family safe on the streets of New York City. But fate has a peculiar way of unraveling even the most carefully woven plans. In a twist of destiny, Danny's path intertwines with individuals he has long despised - lawyers. With their sharp intellect and silver tongues, they represent everything he believed to be at odds with his life as a cop. Yet, as circumstances unfold, Danny discovers that sometimes love can grow in the unlikeliest of places. Follow Danny as he embarks on a journey that defies all logic and breaks the barriers of his heart. Amidst the chaos of his profession, he finds solace in the company of a captivating and intelligent lawyer. Through shared experiences, lingering glances, and unexpected conversations, their connection deepens, blurring the lines between love and hate. Witness Danny Reagan, the tough-hearted detective, as he grapples with his conflicting emotions. Will he be able to overcome the scars of his past, embrace a future filled with joy, and allow himself to love again? Or will his reservations and past grievances obstruct this unexpected chance at happiness? Join us in this remarkable tale of second chances, unexpected alliances, and the resiliency of the human heart. "Bound by Love: Danny Reagan's Unexpected Journey" explores the delicate balance between love and hate, and how true love can emerge even from the most unexpected of places.

One hundred short stories about life, fantasy, love, despair, solitude, passion and everything else.

What happens when the wish you hold closest to your heart remains unfulfilled? Aarohi and Anaya shared a bond that defied the odds-an unbreakable friendship filled with love, laughter, and a deep understanding of each other's struggles. Anaya, bright and hopeful despite her haunting past, was Aarohi's light. And Aarohi's unspoken wish? For her best friend to finally find happiness. But fate has other plans. When tragedy strikes, Aarohi is left with questions she can't answer and a void she can't fill. As she pieces together the truth behind Anaya's hidden pain, Aarohi embarks on an emotional journey of love, grief, and hope. Sometimes, unfulfilled wishes hold a meaning far beyond what we can imagine. Will Aarohi find closure, or will she forever be haunted by the echoes of a wish that slipped away? This is a story of friendship, heartbreak, and finding strength in the darkest of times.

Personal poetry about how I've felt through different trauma, losing a fight with social services, losing a child to death and having to protect my remaining child through all the struggles and stigma..

For the daughters who still miss their daddy. For the ones who would give anything to hear his truck pull into the driveway one more time. To hear his boots cross the floor. To hear him call from the other room. To ask him one more question they already know the answer to, just because they want to hear his voice. For the daughters who have stood beside a grave and wondered how the rest of their lives could possibly continue without him. And for anyone who has ever discovered that grief does not mean love has ended. Sometimes the people we love can only walk with us so far. And when Daddy could walk no farther, God took her hand.

Some dreams fade with the morning. Others refuse to let go. At 4:33 A.M., I woke up gasping for air after one of the most vivid nightmares I've ever experienced. A rising flood. A wave that came without warning. My late brother. My mother. My dog, Kodak. A tiny pig. And a desperate fight to reach the surface before I drowned. This is a collection of the dreams that stay with me long after I wake-raw, unsettling, emotional, and deeply personal. Whether they're reflections of grief, anxiety, healing, or simply the mysterious language of the subconscious, these pages preserve them exactly as I remember them. Some dreams are forgotten. These are the ones that refuse to be.

My Father's Fight with Esophageal Cancer was such a horrific thing to watch. He was so hungry, he was trying to take care of all he could before he had to move on. He didn't want my mom to have so much burden to bare. Five years ago I too became a Widow. So I knew what my Mom was going to be up against with her emotions and grief. We grieved for our father as we watched him fight an amazing fight. What a brave man. Now we grief in a sense for our own selves for the memories that won't be. No matter your age, when you lose one of the main, solid, comforting people in your life it creates rollercoaster of emotions. Sometimes I feel like his 10 year old little girl as I weep and cuss and then move forward. Its not getting easier and I miss him terribly. 🦋

Somewhere between forgetting and remembering, there is a library. It doesn't appear on any map. It can't be searched for. It simply finds you. Usually on an ordinary day, in an ordinary place, at the exact moment you stop being able to carry everything alone. Inside, the quiet architecture responds to your presence. Glass jars hum softly as you pass them. A scroll unrolls only as far as you are ready to read. Rooms appear only when you stop looking for them, and doors loop back into themselves. Nothing here is lost. Everything here has been kept in trust. The longer you stay, the more familiar it all becomes, until you begin to suspect the truth. This place was not built for you. It was built by you. And it has been waiting, patiently, certain that someday you would finally come back. An immersive second person journey through the depths of grief and dissociation.