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"How do I move on?" It’s the question we ask when the unthinkable happens and the one question most people don't know how to answer. Eight years after losing my daughter Alysia, I’m opening up about what "moving on" really means. It’s not about healing or forgetting; it’s about learning to hold space for their spirit while surviving without their physical presence. Tune in as we navigate grief, grace, energy, and taking life second by second.
Thanks for the daily votes in the Top Host contest! In this episode, we tackle some elite medical advice: just quit corporate America and lower your stress! We get real about the messy reality of rebuilding a life after losing a child, returning to entry-level work for health insurance, and navigating an MS diagnosis while stuck in corporate purgatory. If you're trying to figure out how to survive when the rulebook is gone, join the club.
The body truly does keep score. Lets take a little wave ride discussing a neuroscience fact, and the absolute garbage reality of secondary abandonment.
This episode dives into the dark ocean of MS crap gap brain fog, grief brain fog, and the drowning exhaustion that comes from fighting both. In honor of suicide awareness I'm sharing a some light on just how bad it can get in these dam waters for me personally.
Grief may change the way we parent, but it never takes away our title. This conversation is a reminder that our children will always be ours, and we will always be theirs.
When you say everything changed, you mean everything. The colors, the sounds, the way gravity felt on your chest. For me the moment she left this earth the universe flipped the table and said, “Good luck, Elly.”
A quick look into why I created Elly’s Wave a place where grief, child‑loss, chronic illness, trauma, and dark humor collide. This trailer sets the tone for the waves we’re about to ride together.
This episode explains the grief dictionary I built after life threw every trauma imaginable at me. Child‑loss, chronic illness, standard grief all defined in the only language that made sense when the world didn’t.
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