Where Sadness Can Sit

Lauren Adegoke

For years, I believed sadness was something you had to outrun. In the military, you learned to adapt quickly — to move on before anything could pull you under. Speed felt like strength.

It wasn’t until much later that I discovered something unexpected: sadness could be sat with. Held. Even trusted.

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Finding Myself Again

Astrid Mayorga

I slowly disappeared in a marriage I thought was normal.

I didn’t begin therapy to change my life — I began it to be a better mother.
What I found instead was language for my grief, and the steady rebuilding of myself.

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The House That Held Us

Diana Moy Lee

When we had to leave the home that quietly carried our family’s life, I didn’t realize how much of myself was rooted there. This is a story about naming the grief of losing a place — and learning that loss doesn’t need to be dramatic to be real.

It’s about the kind of grief that lingers in the heart, even well after the boxes are unpacked.

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Living With What Stays

Suri Grace Wong

I’ve lived with chronic illness for most of my life. It comes in cycles, reshaping my body, my plans, and how I understand strength. Over time, I began to see that grief isn’t always about losing someone. Sometimes it’s about living with what doesn’t leave — and learning how to stay in relationship with yourself anyway.

Art became the place where I could hold what felt too heavy for words.

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