Things Falling Apart: Virtual Grief Circle
Things are falling apart. Your relationship. Your body. Your plans. The career you were supposed to want. The world you were promised. The version of yourself you've been dragging behind you for years.
And everywhere, the same tired script: keep it together. Stay positive. Move on. Heal it. Optimize it. Turn it into a podcast. Do not, under any circumstances, be a downer at brunch.
Enough.
Things Falling Apart is a monthly virtual circle for people who are done pretending. Done performing fine. Done shrinking their grief to a size that makes other people comfortable. We come together to tend to what is breaking, dissolving, ending, or quietly rotting, and we refuse to rush it, fix it, spin it, or make it productive.
What this is: A circle. A held space. A small act of refusal in a culture that wants your grief sanitized and brief. Whatever is falling apart in you, heartbreak, burnout, a death, a diagnosis, the climate, a friendship, a faith, something you can't even name yet, it is welcome here, exactly as it is, for as long as it needs.
What this is not: Not therapy. Not group therapy. Not a workshop, a healing protocol, or a place to be advised, coached, fixed, or love-and-lighted. Nobody is going to tell you it happened for a reason. Nobody is going to ask what you've learned. There is nothing to solve here. Only presence.
What to bring: Yourself. Your journal. A candle if you want one. Tissues, tea, a blanket, whatever you actually need. A quiet space where you won't be interrupted. You can speak, cry, sit in silence, or keep your camera off. All of it is welcome. None of it is wrong.
This first circle is free. If it becomes something we keep doing together, future gatherings will move to a sliding scale so the work can keep being held well.
We meet on the second Tuesday of every month. Come once. Come every time. Come falling apart.