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November 17, 2019

The Pain in “Was”

My daughter approached me with homework. It was a simple project. “Write about what you want to be when you grow up.”  An assignment I’m sure almost every parent has seen at least once in their child’s stack of to-do’s.  This time, it was different.  My sweet girl started brainstorming and writing her thoughts down on paper. I let her get lost in ideas and…

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November 15, 2019

In My Mirror…

My nose. I’ve always hated my nose. Let’s be honest, I’ve hated a lot of my body over the years. Looking in the mirror, forced to stare at all of the imperfections that I’ve always been sensitive to, hasn’t been my favorite activity. Then one day, after losing my mother, I looked in the mirror and to my surprise, I saw her. I saw my…

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November 8, 2019

Today You Hurt, Eventually You Heal

You hurt like you’ve never hurt before. You want to scream. You want to run. You want to speak to God directly and demand answers. Your mind repeats “Why?” a million times. You never get an answer.  For a moment, you’re breathless. You cry. You panic. You beg, you plead. You demand for it all to be a mistake, a dream. You sit there, paralyzed…

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November 7, 2019

A Journey, Not a Place

Grief is a journey, not a place. It’s a heartbreaking adventure. A sad chapter in the book. Grief is debilitating days and paralyzing moments. But it’s not a place. It’s not meant to be stagnant or stayed in. It’s not a place of permanence, but rather a journey of growth. A journey of pain, of loss, of self-awareness, of love. It’s a journey of healing…

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November 4, 2019

Another Season Without You

Today I sit here watching the leaves fall. Another season without you. Another season you weren’t apart of. The leaves aren’t the only things falling, so are the tears. We’ve experienced another season, making memories without you. I sit here staring at the beauty that Autumn brings. It’s bittersweet, similar to grief. There is beauty. There is love. There is change. There is falling and…

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Chelsea Ohlemiller

Chelsea Ohlemiller

A thirty-something wife, mother and educator who has Indiana roots and a passionate spirit. Chelsea is a sappy romantic, coffee junkie, book collector, and person who wears her heart on her sleeve. She’s sarcastic, full of jokes, full of tears, and enjoys writing most when life gets messy or complicated. In 2017, Chelsea's mother passed away. Through her grief journey, she decided to take her mother’s advice and share her writing with the world. One day she gained the courage to honor her mother's wishes and write. It turned out to be one of the best decisions she's ever made.

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