I feel as if I'm going through some heart-wrenching break up — I can't eat, I can't sleep, I forget about it for two minutes and then remember all over again, holding back tears. I'm sure so many of us are feeling the same, and I wish I had more cohesive words. For now I'm just wading through my grief, trying to put one foot in front of the other, holding onto the hope that someday I'll be able to have more faith in our future.

But I'm also remembering love. Because love still trumps hate. Love will always trump hate.

I wrote the piece below for my weekly newsletter last week, the day before my 29th birthday. Even though it feels incredibly vulnerable, I wanted to share it here, too. In case you needed some inspiration for joy :)