SADE

I woke up the next day after bawling my eyes out and realized that if I stayed curled inside my bed any longer, it would start owning parts of me that didn’t belong to grief. So I made a quiet decision right there in my bed that I would not disappear into mourning even if it still lived with me, because my mom didn’t survive what she did just for me to stop living once she was gone.

That didn’t mean I was suddenly fine or healed or strong every second of the day; it just meant I ...