BryannaKirkland2
Some burials happen without a funeral.
A childhood home.
A grandmother's laugh.
A first love.
A future I was certain would happen.
A version of myself I spent years trying to find again.
In Burials, I trace the losses that shaped my life through memories, letters, essays, and poems that move the way grief does-without warning, without order, and without permission.
This is my story of addiction, recovery, family, heartbreak, and learning that surviving isn't the same as healing.
For anyone who has ever had to bury pieces of themselves just to keep going, these pages are proof that what is buried is not always gone.