Seven days ago, I went no contact with the last remaining link to my family: my father. It was something I needed to do. The
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Day 6: The Silence
Today was the first Saturday of my new reality. For years, Saturdays meant a phone call from my father. Sometimes too early. Sometimes at inconvenient
Day Five: Remembering the Closing of Doors
Today was Day Five. There were fewer tears today. In fact, I almost made it through the day without crying at all. The tears only
Day Three: Anger Mixed With Sadness
Today I discovered that grief is not made of sadness alone. Most of the day was sadness. Heavy sadness. The kind that settles into your
Day Two: The Weight of Grief
Day two was no different than day one. The shock wore off, but the grief remained. Maybe that’s what day two really is. The day
Day One: The Aftermath of No Contact
Day One I didn’t expect to feel this much grief. For months, maybe even years, I could see this day coming. I had been preparing
My Voice Unchained 