Last weekend, I had a moment of insanity, as I call it. I went down the rabbit hole, terrified of needing help at a particular time or event and who would help.

A friend shared her car breakdown story with …

Ah yes, the ever-helpful “shouldn’t you be over this by now?” brigade. As if grief is some kind of flu you just shake off after a few weeks of rest and hydration.

Here’s the thing—grief doesn’t come with a deadline. …