Tammy Landsiedel

Today marks five years  since my world split open. Five years since everything I knew, everything I loved, and everything I believed about how life was “supposed” to go got ripped to shreds. Five years since my dad and my son, Dakota, were taken from me just three days apart. And let me tell you something very honestly:Healing doesn’t magically happen because another year passes. Grief doesn’t care what the calendar says. This post is for Dakota—my son, who left this world at 24 and took half...

Motivation doesn’t always come wrapped in glitter and sunshine. Sometimes, it looks like dragging yourself forward, one messy step at a...

Nothing says “healing” like being told to look on the bright side, right? Gee, thanks, Captain Obvious. Why didn’t I think of that?...