ISTP Grief: Why Processing Alone Actually Helps
When my father died, my first instinct wasn’t to cry or talk about my feelings. It was to fix the…
When my father died, my first instinct wasn’t to cry or talk about my feelings. It was to fix the…
The funeral coordinator asked what music my father would have wanted. I stood there, mentally cataloging two decades of Sunday…
The memorial service ran exactly 47 minutes. Attendees filed out in orderly groups. Arrangements had been executed flawlessly according to…
The call came on a Tuesday. My father’s heart had simply stopped, they said, as if hearts were machines that…
INFJ Losing a Parent: When Grief Feels Different You knew this day would come. INFJs always do. The intuitive foresight…
The phone call came at 2 AM. My father’s heart had stopped during what should have been a routine surgery….
A call came while I was in a board meeting. My father had passed away unexpectedly. As an ESTJ, my…
The memorial service ran exactly 47 minutes. Attendees filed out in orderly groups. Arrangements had been executed flawlessly according to…
The call came on a Tuesday afternoon. My mother had passed away after a six-month decline that I’d managed with…