Send us a text A quiet grief is moving through so many of us right now - the kind that doesn’t come with a tidy explanation, only a tight chest, a fog behind the eyes, and the sense that something old is ending. We name that ache as the grief of a self you never got to be, and we walk you through the second initiation of letting the survival persona dissolve so the deeper truth can finally breathe. We share a personal account of loss that unplugged the mind’s default mode network and mirrore...