On The Mend
Christina’s 12 year old weekly blog
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Never Move On From Love
Someone said to me the other day. Christina, you must have not moved on. You are still writing about your loss. I have to tell
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It Took Me 3,652 Days to Find My Own Happiness
I don’t know exactly when it started to happen. But there was a moment in time when things shifted towards more happiness than hopelessness. More
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Read This, Especially If You Are At The Hospital
It was late summer, early fall in 2011. It was about 6:00 am in the morning and there was a really big storm passing the
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Live. Life. Here. Now. Repeat.
I have spent so many years thinking about loss and trying to get back to life that I never really thought about my own mortality.
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An Old Bag That Was Left In The Attic
Lately I have been loving life more. I am putting my arms around her, every second of the day. I tell her about my feelings.
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You Will Always Be Alive
You may ask What does grief have to do with physics? What does it have to do with science? I mean, come on Christina. My
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Is Your Sadness Called Eiffel or Ocean?
I realized lately that we have two different types of sadness. Both are hard. But one of them is deeply hidden. Even for the smartest,
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Change Does Not Feel Like Breaking Bread
Change does not feel like breaking bread. Nope. It does not feel like chopping wood either. It is not like swimming. Or running. Or even
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You Have To Stop Fixing What Cannot Be Fixed
It comes like a tsunami. It forces itself inside your house. With madness. You run out your front door. When the tsunami ends, your house
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The Sea Is Empty of You
I wish I could go back. Back to the beach, laughing like drunk fools getting lost in your eyes holding each other as if we
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The Boxing Ring
Some days it’s like your life is inside a boxing ring. You are being thrown around. You can’t get out, or look like you are
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How To Take Off Your Clothes And Claim Your Destiny
All of a sudden, I found myself in a place without the paralyzing fear I had been feeling. It was like oxygen in my lungs.