Jessie Rainbow

Practicing Divorceress

This is the story of how grief and I moved in together and somehow ended up in a committed relationship. 

Grieving filled my 2016. I spent those months rolled up in a ball, dancing haphazardly, re-wording texts, pushing people away, consumed by paranoia, not sleeping enough, and laughing nervously. 

Journaling moved me from day to day. Slowly I realized that assigning a name to the tumultuous feels somehow helped. These posts are refined journal entires, unearthed from the past, and meant to be the distilled emotions of each part of my grief.

In my most outlandish hopes, this blog will help you with something you're grieving. In my most realistic moments, I realize it's mostly helping me move ever closer toward the sexy and alluring acceptance I crave.