It’s been almost 6 years since my dad died, and the not-having-a-dad thing is not easier. Approaching 29, grappling with my grief has become more dynamic.

When I was 22, my dad died. My thoughts really began and ended with that. My dad died, and what was I going to do? My coping mechanism was to carry on and be everything everyone around me needed. This method did not allow me to dissect my grief, but rather, my environment and the reactions of everybody around me. I spent little time looking inward. I accredited it to the transparency of the situation. I told myself: I knew! I was prepared…