Clock’s Ticking! Get that Grief Over With!

There is a lot of talk of grief these days.

At least — in my world there is. Partly it’s my algorithm, I am acutely aware. My eleven-year old son, Mason, passed away from leukemia less than a year and a half ago. You can imagine the ads in my social media feed: Grief groups, green-burial plots, psychedelic micro-dosing pharmaceuticals, CBD in every form imaginable, grief books, life coaches, grief retreats, PTSD relief meditation courses, the list goes on and on. All promising to make my pain easier to bear. I appreciate their concern.