Some losses don't get smaller. We just learn how to carry them differently. Losing my mother changed me. I knew it would. How could it not? But what I didn't expect was how much it would change the way I move through everyday life. I became stronger. Not because I wanted to, and certainly not because I needed another life lesson. I'd much rather have my mother. But I also became quieter. And that's something I've been thinking about lately. Not quieter in the sense that I've

There are days when I genuinely think my brain deserves its own television show. Not a drama. Not a documentary. A sitcom. Picture it. Everything is going well. I've had a productive day. I've crossed things off my list. Someone says something kind. I feel motivated. I'm actually enjoying life. Cue the upbeat sitcom music. Then someone sends a text that sounds a little short. Or doesn't text back. Or makes an offhand comment. Or looks distracted during a conversation. The mus

The Amber Dea Lux Show The Mango Happiness Project My Soul Tokens | The Amber Dea Lux Show There is a strange myth we inherit somewhere along the way. The idea that happiness and grief cannot exist in the same place. That if you're still hurting, you're not healing. That if you're smiling, you've somehow betrayed your sadness. That joy arrives only after the hard part is over. But life has taught me something very different. Grief and joy are not opposites. They're roommates.