Sometimes healing finds us when we’re not even looking. Join me on an unexpected journey of self-discovery — one that began with a funeral and ended with finding forgotten pieces of myself. Some journeys don’t start with a plan.They start with a phone call, a plane ticket, and a quiet ache that settles somewhere deep in your chest. I didn’t know this trip — this goodbye — would also be a beginning. I was traveling to my grandmother’s funeral, but I was also traveling back to

Be Yourself When the sadness starts to take over, the phobias start to win. Feelings of being powerless in my surroundings begin to take...