On Jealousy

And why my money says Shakespeare was autistic.

I started this newsletter as a place to show up in my grief once a week. As a loud f*ck you to those who would have me hide my grief away. To help normalize, encourage, and comfort anyone else who has felt silenced in their grief.

So many people suffer unnecessarily because we live in a society that shuns grief. A natural, normal emotion every single one of us will experience—some of us many times in our lives.

My mom died when I was 25, and I quickly learned what is expected of you when you suffer great loss. You are supposed to contain your grief and make it as small as possible to not create discomfort for anyone who is not currently grieving.

F*ck that. Doing so damn near killed me.

I spent the first 25 years taking care of people in their grief and then when it was my turn, I was supposed to shape up or ship out.

Society’s complete inability to accept my grief only caused it to swell, explode, and spill onto others. All these “learned” people freaking out as I had feelings told m…