The topic of jealousy has been plaguing me lately, not because I have any, but because it has become painfully obvious to me that there are people I considered friends/acquaintances who are jealous of me. At first, I thought it was absurd because, if I'm being honest, I sometimes look at my own life and think, What would anyone even be jealous of? But that's not what it is. Jealousy isn't always about your stuff. It's not always about money, a body, a relationship, followers,

There is a version of reinvention that sounds glamorous from the outside. People call it growth, elevation, even a quantum leap. But what they do not always talk about is the grief.