Dropping my shoulders from my ears. Unclenching my jaw. The emergency my body is bracing for is an email.

I do my part, and then I put it down. The outcome of everything is not mine to carry tonight. I can care deeply and still sleep.

At 2:30 in the morning, hours after her soulmate died, she found a grief resource online and watched it a dozen times. It gave her a filament of hope — just enough to get through the night. This is what grief coping actually looks like.