My Daily Ransom

Essays of Experience

Below are different essays of experiences I’ve had throughout my grieving trek. Some are very lighthearted and warm, while others are deep and triggering. That is the process of grief. Somedays it feels like it’s far away and you can’t seem to touch it, other days it’s as if it’s squeezing the life out of you.

  • Haven’t You Heard? It’s Endometriosis Awareness Month! Men This Is For You Too!

    I haven’t spoken much about my endometriosis, autoimmune diseases and my chronic health issues. These go hand-in-hand with my grief. I plan to start sharing this journey as well.


    Haven’t You Heard? It’s Endometriosis Awareness Month! Men This Is For You Too!

    Do you know what Endometriosis is? Have you ever heard that word spoken out loud? Do you know how to pronounce it? Can you spell it without spell check?

    My Daily Ransom

    Mar 12, 2026

    Do you know what Endometriosis is? Have you ever heard that word spoken out loud? Do you know how to pronounce it? Can you spell it without spell check?

    Endometriosis (en·dow·mee·tree·ow·suhs) sometimes referred to as endo.

    I’ve known this word since I was at least 14 and I’m 40 now. I’ve known what it was because my mother had it when I was that age. She didn’t have as much pain as I did but she had other issues, like I also have or had. I had surgery (which I will write about next) that ended my struggles with other diseases that, combined with endometriosis, made my life a living hell. Yet, when I was officially diagnosed, I cried with relief like so many others in videos I’ve seen in the past year or two. We don’t cry because we are happy that we have this debilitating disease that changes every aspect of our lives. We’ve already been living that way, in pain and wishing for it to end or worse, our lives to end. We cried because we already knew we had it. We already knew we needed help. We were just dismissed repeatedly or just ignored. Again, for me it took over 20 years to get diagnosed while for the average woman it takes almost 10 years.

    When I say “wish for our lives to end”, this isn’t dramatic or overstating the situation. Women and young girls have taken their lives because the pain was so unbearable and medical professionals refused to take them seriously. I’ve had numerous moments in my pain that I couldn’t see a way out besides taking my own life. I don’t know what kept me pushing through the fog of exhaustion and confusion, but I’m still here. I’m still fighting for my voice and millions of other people’s voices to be heard. We deserve a place in the world of research, of medical treatment and simply a place to just be where we are seen and believed.

    Endometriosis isn’t just a reproductive disease as many people have stated in the past. It has been found all over the body including the brain, lungs, intestines, appendix, rectum, bladder, and other places. Endometriosis is an estrogen-dependent disease and research has shown that it can create its own estrogen! Yes, you read that right. It is not considered a cancer but it sure likes to act like it. It’s extremely aggressive and spreads quickly. That is why it’s found in so many different places of the body.

    Imagine for a moment, a teaspoon of cement got poured on the outside of your intestines in a few places. It’s hardened and set in place. Now, as you know, our intestines move as we digest our food but wait, parts of your intestines can’t move because they have cement on them but they still try to move. When the food finally has moved past that part and it’s ready to leave your body, cement is also on your rectum. It can’t move like it needs to so it tears a little each time it tries to, and when it successfully passes. Sounds pretty painful, right. Now imagine that’s all over your pelvic floor (yes, you men have pelvic floors too so keep imagining!), oh and maybe a little bit on your diaphragm so when you try to breath while taking a poop, you can’t fully take in a breath. Now, imagine you are told, that’s all in your head and you “just” have anxiety. Here’s some meds to help with your mental health but nothing to help with your actual physical pain.

    Endometriosis isn’t researched or funded enough and as you can see, it’s life destroying. Demand that research is done for this horrific disease. You can reach out to your representatives to see where they stand and demand that they support research for it. Be part of the treatment and hopefully a cure that so many need. Before we lose another person because the pain is too much to handle.

  • Grief Doesn’t Care About Your Plans

    Yesterday, my hair looked great, my makeup was on, I knew what I wanted to share, and I recorded two different topics. The first and most important topic was about why I decided to focus on sibling grief for my coaching career. I told different stories about my brothers that made me feel so happy and connected with them. It turned out great and I had lots of material to share and I felt happy that I could bring them to life once again. I think about my brothers everyday and I miss them so much. I felt like the video really showed how much they continue to be pillars in my life. I even shared about my autoimmune diseases and why it’s so hard not having them here. Surgeries, tests, recovery, results, it’s all so much and they always gave me confidence and comfort. Today feels heavy and I thought this was more important to share than the polished video I prepared.

  • Not Another Milestone Kicking Up the Grief

    My partner, Doug, and I decided that it was time! Well, he really has been eager for a while and I’ve been pushing it off a little more. But “we” decided to start looking for a home to purchase. 

    Yes, it’s exciting to think of owning your own home, especially now that it seems out of reach for so many people. He has been sending me different homes for over a year now. It started with condos downtown since we currently live downtown Austin, and he loves the walkability of it. Then I came in and smacked the reality into his sweet brain because, ummm sir, those things cost way too much and their HOAs are so expensive on their own. So, I told him we really need to focus on details of the home itself and not just the amenities that come with it. That’s when things really started to get real. 

    Doug became open to looking at houses or condos a little farther out. He started sending me so many houses daily, and then wanted to go to open houses to just check them out. I am still a licensed real estate agent (been in real estate for 10 years now) but I didn’t want to look at homes outside of open houses since we weren’t prepared to move for 7+ months at the time. So I was just going with the flow until about 3 weeks ago! We went to an open house that ended up being a new build community, which is a new development neighborhood. New developments are where they build homes as they sell to people who pick one of the floor plans that are available. 

    So we pulled into this VERY new development which had only 3-4 homes built, and one was the model home that they set up as the on location office. It’s mostly just open plots, lumber everywhere, contractors working on different projects, and the cement pour of a soon-to-be swimming pool. It was so beautiful! I really didn’t think Doug would like it because it’s a bit farther out that I expected him to go. We spent time in the model/office and the other model that they have built. They felt a little too big for us but Doug just seemed smitten with the entire concept of the new community. He started asking me some questions and saying things like, “Oh, I’d be so close to work and we really aren’t that far for anything we’d want!” We still went to a few more open houses that day and he said something that just hit me, “Nothing seems to even compare to that new home that we saw. It’s like, they just don’t give me that excited feeling.” 

    About three weeks ago is when we first saw the new build. We both made compromises on things we both really wanted, which I believe is what made us realize this was the location and house we wanted.  We decided to check with a lender to see what we could qualify for and if it would cover the floorplan we really liked and we did! I kept asking Doug, “Are you sure?”, “Are you positive you are good with not having a-b-c?”, to which he said, yes. That’s when we decided to go back and check it out again, check the location and surrounding area, and ask them questions. I was definitely second guessing everything because of my grief and he was excited and ready to go! 

    After that is when my brain started going wild! I thought about my dad, Bubba, and how he wouldn’t be here to check the drywall. He was a professional drywaller his entire life. He started at age 9, and I actually have his first putty knife that he was given as a child and still used up until just a couple months before he passed. He also taught me how to drywall and I would go on jobs with him. I didn’t do any of the hanging itself because I was 12 or 13 the first time he took me on a job. BUT, I could tape them off and keep up with the best of them! I loved going on jobs and just working with my hands like that. He even joked that I was better than some of the guys he hired to do full jobs with him and that I should quit school and do it full time with him! Of course that would never happen, but I could help when I could! 

    Well, a couple days later is when we decided to tell them, “Yes, we would like to build our home in this community.” So we are now under contract with them and we are hoping it will be built and ready to move in before our lease is up in late July. Anyone in real estate, or who has bought or sold, knows there’s so much that can happen between the time you sign the contract and the day that you close. So we are going through the motions and process one day at a time. Doug has already made a list of things we need to do a week before closing! haha

    Here I am, fighting back tears and fears. Grief hits in so many different ways. I never know when something will trigger my grief and send me down a path of tears, pain and frustration. I feel the pain of missing out. Missing out on having Bubba be so proud of me, and seeing me continue to push forward and even have amazing days filled with success and joy. And the frustration of not having him here with me to experience the gift of homeownership. He never owned a home besides a trailer and he never had a brand new vehicle in his life. The milestones he didn’t get to experience himself, he always celebrated even more when I reached them. It’s so hard to not have him here celebrating this one especially. 

    The same goes for my brothers. My brothers really missed out on a lot in life. We lost them way too soon and way before they were able to really start achieving the goals they had for themselves. They really had some wonderful goals that I wish we could have experienced with them. So, now that I’m in the phase of buying a house, I feel heartbroken for them. I want them here with me as Doug and I transition from renters to owners, because I never thought I’d get to this place in life. They always had more faith in my abilities than I had. So when I start second guessing myself, I do two things. First, I ask myself if I would say these things to my best friend. If I wouldn’t, then I refuse to say them to myself. Second, I think, what would Josh or Adam tell me right now? My brothers would never discourage me or even question if I could do anything. So then I change my thinking because that’s the least I can do for them now. 

    Celebrating my loved ones looks so different than I ever expected. Celebrating them now is to achieve my goals. Celebrating them is thriving to be better each day. Celebrating them is sharing my story of grief and pain as I speak about them and how they would support me in my everyday life and in my milestones. Even when happy milestones seem to have an achy soreness to them. 

  • Metamorphosis of Holiday Grief

    Metamorphosis of Holiday Grief

    For many of us, the holidays are just another day. A day to reflect on how much our lives have changed since that (or those) fateful day(s). While many others have to go on celebrating holidays with other loved ones, too often grief is a topic that isn’t discussed. People prefer not to talk about those who are missing so as not to dampen the mood of excitement. What a lonely time to be surrounded by so many but forced to put on a smile and pretend that the grief in our hearts and minds has disappeared suddenly.

    I’ve been told, “I didn’t want to upset you so I didn’t ask about them. I thought it would be better not to say anything.” That is a very isolating statement although filled with love and ignorance. I am eager to share ridiculous stories of my brothers and dad. I would much rather be given the chance to speak rather than be silenced by the heedless actions of those who I spend my time with. Grief is desolate as it is. Give the grieving space to be who and where they are during times that are meant to be joyous. Let those who want to share the same stories you’ve heard a million times as they would be told even if those who are missing were still here. We all have those repeat stories we love to tell again and again.

    This year the holiday grief has morphed a bit for myself and my family. Both of my beautiful nieces became mothers this year. I have spoken before about the unexpected milestones in our lives and here we are again. I remember the last Christmas I was able to celebrate at home in Ohio with my dad Bubba, both of my brothers, my mother, and my nieces. It was a special time and none of us had any idea that it would be the last.

    I am ruminating about how so much has changed in such a beautifully sad way. Those sweet babies will never get to laugh wildly at their grandpa and uncle. They won’t get to sit on Bubba’s lap while he naps. They will miss out on the magical love those three men would have shared with them. And at this moment my heart breaks in a new way. My tears feel different, heavier maybe.

    So I am here to remind you that if you care for someone who is grieving no matter the timeframe, ask them if they want to share a memory of their loved ones. Or at the very least, tell them you sympathize with them and their feelings. Give a safe space for them to feel whatever they feel. Not everyone will be ready to talk or share but just holding space will give comfort not many grievers experience.

    So to my sweet great nephews Raiden & Xander, I will always hold space for you. And I will continue to do so for your amazing mommies.

  • My Lonely Secret

    *Trigger warning – miscarriage

    I drove from Austin to Dallas for a company training event. I was in this beautiful hotel in downtown Dallas and excited for what the weekend held for me. I never would have expected the hours of horror I would encounter alone in that hotel bathroom.

    It was a crisp December evening and I was waiting for my assigned roommate to show up. I had never met her but I was excited to explore downtown, find some delicious food, and chitchat. Since she never showed up I headed down the streets of Dallas checking everything out by myself. It was such a nice night and the food did not disappoint. After a couple of hours, I headed back to my hotel room to relax and prepare for the full day of training that lay ahead. That’s when it all began…

    I wasn’t expecting my period so when I started getting cramps I rolled my eyes. That’s not something new for me. I’ve always struggled with crippling menstrual cramps since I was a young teenager. The kind where you can’t eat, drink or sleep. You’re just trapped in the prison of pain and nothing helps to even ease the misery. So I thought if I could take some Tylenol before it got too bad I might be able to change my normal outcome. But this wasn’t going to be anything normal or anything I had ever experienced before in my life.

    For the first hour or so the cramps felt strong but similar to the pain I’d experienced a million times over again. I tried laying on my side with a pillow between my legs hoping to relieve some pressure but the pain just began to intensify. I went to the bathroom and realized I was bleeding. I thought it was so weird because again, I was not expecting my period. I was on birth control to help regulate my cycles and for the intense cramps that I always dealt with.

    Going into the second hour, I was bawling. I was in so much agony and had no idea what was happening. I kept the tv on hoping that the noise that came from the rectangle on the dresser would pull me out of this haze of suffering. I turned it up in a way to implore my mind to become distracted even if it were for just a moment. Nothing worked.

    The bleeding became heavier and the pain was so violent that I couldn’t move from the position I had on the toilet. The deep gripping spasms were so profound I couldn’t even catch my breath and I ripped all my clothes off with the hopes that having no pressure on my skin with help alleviate this torment. So I sat there, naked, alone, sobbing, and bleeding to the point where I felt lightheaded. I didn’t know what to do. I was terrified and sluggish. That’s when I realized what was happening.

    I sat there for what felt like an eternity with blood and tissue pouring from between my legs. I would look down and between my blinking tear-filled eyes, I could see it all. I was having a miscarriage there in that bathroom, fatigued, confused, and so alone. I should have called for help and I should have gone to the hospital but instead, I sat there on that toilet until the excessive bleeding stopped. It wasn’t until after 3 in the morning that I was finally able to move but just to the cold floor that held my feet so firmly.

    The feelings that followed are still hard for me to comprehend. I felt ashamed, I felt pathetic, I felt scared, and I felt more alone than ever before. Although I knew what had happened, I couldn’t really make sense of it all. I was so tired and felt as if I was dreaming with my cheek smashed against the cold hard floor of that white bathroom. I still had some cramping and bleeding but it was easing up after hours of havoc.

    I finally managed to pull myself to a sitting position and looked down. I had blood on the insides of my thighs, on the floor, and on the toilet. I didn’t know what to do so I wrapped myself in a towel and went to lay in bed. I cried softly to myself. I didn’t call or text anyone. I just lay wrapped in that white towel, in the white-covered bed, and stared at the tv until my alarm when off.

    As my alarm sounded I took a deep breath in and turned to lay on my back. I was exhausted and terrified of what had happened. I reached for my phone to turn off the screaming sound of reality. I had to get up and go to work. I gathered my weak limbs and stood up on my shaking legs that carried me to that white and now red bathroom. I cleaned up the toilet and the floor before I got into the shower. I washed my powerless body as best I could in such an uncertain time. I wasn’t sure what else I was supposed to do. So I got dressed, grabbed some breakfast to try and gain some strength, and headed to the training.

    I still had some cramping and bleeding that day. And when I was around people I smiled and acted as if nothing had happened. How do you tell someone that you didn’t realize you were pregnant until it was in pieces falling from you? I didn’t tell anyone until two and half years later. And I just recently shared this with my own mother two weeks ago. It’s a strange thing to be ashamed of but here I am, still feeling a weird sense of shame and sadness.

  • Unexpected Milestones

    The first year after a loss is filled with so many firsts. The dread of celebrating anything without them is daunting. The weeks leading up to those days are agonizing and seem to go by so slowly yet speed by without you realizing. You feel a new and perplexing grief that fills your world in a way that’s indescribable.

    The grief you carry changes and morphs many times over. Some days it’s bearable and you remember to laugh and feel alive. Other days you feel as if you’re stuck in quicksand, the harder you fight, the more suffocating it feels. Each day is unpredictable and that’s what makes grief unmanageable at times. All you want to do is scream and fight, run and hide, just not be you.

    The worst part of it all is that life goes on without them. YOUR life goes on without them and that seems impossible. How can you keep living when they aren’t? You start reaching these milestones in life. You start new careers, get promotions, start new relationships with people they will never get to know, and you think about marriage and babies. These are all milestones that are expected but still so hard to accept. Life keeps on as if nothing has changed even when you’ve changed into a new person, again and again.

    Then you have unexpected milestones. I’m a baby sister. That’s one of my identifying factors and something I’ve always been very proud of. Today is the last day that I will be younger than my big brother Adam. I don’t want to close my eyes to sleep because this is a terrifying moment in my life. How can this be possible? How can tomorrow come and expect my world to not crumble all around me? How can my lungs be expected to accept the task of breathing without hyperventilating? It’s times like these when I can’t recognize if this is my reality.

    So tomorrow will come either way. If I lay awake until my alarm goes off or I fall into a stupor, half-dreaming, half-awake. And my heart will be broken once again, in a new, unknown way. I will cry until my face hurts and my eyes swell. Hopefully, I will also laugh and remember I’m alive. But I don’t know how grief will show up on this unexpected milestone, my birthday.

  • What Does Beauty Look Like to Me?

    What Does Beauty Look Like to Me?

    The word beauty has been swirling around in my head. The actual letters, bobbing up and down, twisting and turning, a full color animated picture. Bright colors that slowly turn black & white, back and forth. It will play in my mind with my eyes wide open or shut. Sometimes I get lost in the places I see beauty and wonder…do I see beauty in myself?

    I find beauty in kind words that float from a stranger’s lips to another’s ear. No expectation of the one receiving the kindness, just hoping to share a smile with another. Witnessing a small gesture, like picking up something that’s fallen without anyone noticing and giving back to the person who would have lost it. That is beauty. I believe beauty has no intentions. It’s not there to be praised or even be noticed. It’s there as a guide. A guide to teach us the way of life, to take our hand and show us where the next adventure is meant to be had. Sometimes that adventure is on the corner as you cross the street and it lasts for less than a minute. That’s the beauty that follows us throughout our days.

    I also find beauty in all the expected places. The face of my pups, the big beautiful willow trees, and the soft rain that tickles your face. I find beauty in nature each day and I’m so thankful for our Mother Earth. Experiencing the change of the seasons in slow motion should seem so bizarre but it’s not and it’s so wonderful to explore it. Life is outlandish and that’s what creates all of this beauty.

    I’m also starting to see beauty in self-love. To stand in front of a mirror, naked and just accepting your body for what it is; Fingers free of any skin that could be pinched or pulled between them. Allowing your mind and body to recognize each other as one and celebrate that freely. Taking the time to learn what you fancy and what you have aversions to is so important to your own beauty. Being able to set healthy boundaries within all facets of life is one of the great beauties of our journey.

    I am finding beauty in myself. Learning boundaries that allow me to grow into the person I’ve yearned to be for so long, as I continue to love strangers in my own way. I am also recongizing the beauty I have to share with those I choose to spend my time with. Being open and valunerable while not holding any expectations for that moment, rather only accepting them and this life exactly as it is. That is beauty.

    I want to be beautiful and possess beauty for myself so that in turn, I can give more to others.

    Although this post has nothing to do with physical beauty per se, I took a picture of myself to send to my two best friends and nieces for their opinion on my lip stick color. I did not use a filter, just took a quick snap in my hallway. I have never felt so much confidence in my life and I feel like the picture shows that and I feel beautiful in it. I made the choice to share it here.

  • The Holidays After Loss

    This is for those who have lost loved ones and for those who want to help support someone who has lost a loved one. I wish I could have told those around me before what I needed during this time of year but I was too deep into my grief to do much of anything. I hope this helps someone just a little.

    I want you to know, truly know, that whatever you’re feeling right now is okay. If you’re excited about the holidays, that’s okay! If you’re angry and full of rage, that’s okay. If you are numb and have no idea what you’re feeling, that’s okay, too. It’s okay to be and feel whatever it is at this very moment. And it’s okay if those feelings change in an instant. The rollercoaster of life and grief can spin us in motion without us even realizing what’s happening or where we are going. The only true advice I can give for that is to allow yourself to experience those feelings but to let them go as quickly as they come. Holding on too tightly to our emotions is when we become stuck and I’ve been stuck before and it’s excruciating. Let those feelings move through you like a breeze on your cheek, experiencing it without touching it.

    This part is for the supporters. Thank you for being there when many times those grieving are left alone because others are unsure what to do. The best course of action is to physically be there just to hold space. Sometimes we don’t know what we want but what we need is to not be detached. Grieving during the holidays can be arduous and lonely. By letting that person know you want to be near may be what gives them the courage to allow themselves to feel hopeful.

    Another aspect that many people seem to shy away from, which can be most damaging, is pretending like the ones lost never existed. People don’t want to say their names because they don’t want to upset those grieving but hearing other’s speak their names give their life even more value. Sharing stories of those who are gone breathes life back into their memory and keeps their spirit strong in the hearts who are left behind. Ask them to share their favorite stories with you and ask why it’s their favorite. People live on through our memories because we love them and because we share who they were and who they are to us in those anecdotes. Those are what keep them closest to our hearts.

    Life is tough. Feelings are exhausting. But the love we get to share with those near to us is why we are in this wildly, unapologetic world. And even with the constant soreness I feel from losing my two big brothers and Dad, I want to talk about them. I want to make people laugh by telling them all the stupid things they would do during the holidays!

    (Bubba, Joshy and Allfaye, we miss you so much. Make sure Momo isn’t getting into too much trouble. I love you more than ever. Lots of XOXO)

  • My Starting Point Is Here

    After I wrote my last post I wanted to do something with my darkness I held in both my body and my mind. I felt so heavy like my hands were weighted down and I couldn’t quite move right. As if I was crawling on my knees and elbows on a shore of broken shells and rocks. Each movement causing tiny little cuts stinging in the saltwater as it washed ashore. But I didn’t want to just sit there. I asked where the starting point was and I realized where mine had to be.

    My starting point is on that shore covered in blood and pain surrounded by walls of terror and scars. I either needed to pick out the slivers of shells in my knees and arms or lay there and rot away in the fungus that was growing inside me. So I started pulling little fragments out.

    The first thing I did was think about what was frustrating me. The feeling as if I was stuck in my home was causing so much frustration. I work from home, clean my home, cook, bathe, do EVERYTHING within these four walls and it can drive me crazy. So as soon as I clocked out that Thursday, I put on my shoes and went for a 4 mile walk/hike. I live in the hilly city of San Antonio so being out in nature was healing. I saw multiple deer on my walk, felt the warm sun on my face then the back of my neck. I saw birds and insects in beautiful trees with a slight breeze blowing the little hairs around my face. It was freeing and relaxing. It was what I needed. I did it again the next two day.

    This past Monday I started meditating again. I hadn’t done it in so long and I forgot how powerful it truly is. I only spend about 10-13 minutes in the morning before I start work and I’ve done it each day this weekend. I’ve been using the Calm app and it’s amazing. Having the guided meditation is helping me stay focused on why I’m taking this time for myself. I can feel such a difference in my mind. Yes, I still feel the heaviness and darkness but it’s not as debilitating.

    Of course, this is just the starting point and I’m glad I’m here instead of being pulled out by the current of the hopelessness. I hurt my back just a few days into my walking sessions so I haven’t been able to be back out in nature like I was but hopefully within the next few days I can get back out there (doctor gave me limits but it’s getting better slowly). I’m also going to start reading again. I’ll set aside at least two 15 minute breaks throughout my day to read. I’ll be starting “Against the Stream” by Noah Levine.

    Having this plan to add one new thing a week has really helped me. They are all small, achievable actions. I’m not expecting to feel safe and happy right away, all at once. I’m allowing myself to enjoy these little things and as they grow, so does my internal calmness.

    I hope you’ve found your starting point.

  • Where’s the Starting Point?

    We can’t be happy all the time. That’s the truth of life for each of us. However, we shouldn’t be unhappy all the time either. What do we do when happiness starts becoming harder to find in our daily lives?

    Recently, I’ve been having a harder time feeling happiness or joy. It comes easily to feel happiness for someone else when they share a bright moment or experience they are so eager to shine a light on. I feel true excitement and delight for their happiness in their lives. How special is it that they want to share those moments with me? I would never want to miss any of it.

    I don’t think we can ever anticipate when blocks of sadness will wash ashore. And when the blocks continue to build up and get pushed closer and closer by the waves of emotions and daily life, it feels like there’s no way to purge them. It’s almost as if we didn’t see them until they’ve morphed into a wall of wretchedness. Each angle that we face shows us a new contorted feeling of sadness that is now a new encounter; a new wound that we realize needs healed. So with each new wound we observe, comes a flood of fresh tenderness that trickles down into the puddle of sorrow where we stand until that puddle turns into a pond that we are drowning in.

    Feeling overwhelmed is an understatement. I’m not sure where to begin. Right now I’m longing for tears that can warm my face and hopefully guide me to a starting point.