I Cried for Compassion and Found it in a Rock

A True Account of the Communications That Transend from Beyond Death

Image by Author - Photo of her father walking the streets of Tokyo, modified with Canva

The hardest words I have ever had to say were, “I’m not okay”. I thought it was just the aftereffects of quitting drinking and learning to live sober, something that would simply pass with willpower and time.

I wasn’t necessarily wrong in my suspicion, but I wasn’t giv…