Heather Honold
@heatherhonold.bsky.social
Writer, death doula, grief guide. I write about the sacred, strange & deeply human. Come read with me at boneandbloom.co
🖤 Grief
✊ Boundaries
🌿 Nervous system & survival
💀 Death & legacy
🌀 Healing
🔥 Snark & sacred fire
🔮 Spirituality & everyday magic
🖤 Grief
✊ Boundaries
🌿 Nervous system & survival
💀 Death & legacy
🌀 Healing
🔥 Snark & sacred fire
🔮 Spirituality & everyday magic
Grief has a rhythm of its own. Some days it whispers. Some days it’s a punch to the ribs. Let today be whatever it is.
December 10, 2025 at 11:30 PM
Grief has a rhythm of its own. Some days it whispers. Some days it’s a punch to the ribs. Let today be whatever it is.
December 10, 2025 at 7:01 PM
Saying no isn’t dramatic. Sometimes it’s just the best way to keep your feet on the ground. No is a whole sentence and a pretty good shield.
December 10, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Saying no isn’t dramatic. Sometimes it’s just the best way to keep your feet on the ground. No is a whole sentence and a pretty good shield.
Grief can feel like bone-deep exhaustion. Not laziness. Not avoidance. Just a body holding too much at once. Rest is grief work too.
December 9, 2025 at 11:30 PM
Grief can feel like bone-deep exhaustion. Not laziness. Not avoidance. Just a body holding too much at once. Rest is grief work too.
People will try to rush your grief because they are uncomfortable. That's not your problem.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
December 9, 2025 at 7:01 PM
People will try to rush your grief because they are uncomfortable. That's not your problem.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
GLP-1s didn’t just “not work” for me — they erased me.
No joy. No spark. No intuition. Just a chemical quiet I didn’t recognize.
I finally woke up at 4am and thought, “I think I’m back.”
New piece is up. This one is raw, human, and painfully real. #HealthJourney
No joy. No spark. No intuition. Just a chemical quiet I didn’t recognize.
I finally woke up at 4am and thought, “I think I’m back.”
New piece is up. This one is raw, human, and painfully real. #HealthJourney
The Weight I’m Not Willing to Lose
An honest, deeply human story about what happens when GLP-1 medications don’t deliver the promised results — and instead shut down joy, creativity, and intuition. This is the side of the “miracle drug...
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December 9, 2025 at 5:00 PM
GLP-1s didn’t just “not work” for me — they erased me.
No joy. No spark. No intuition. Just a chemical quiet I didn’t recognize.
I finally woke up at 4am and thought, “I think I’m back.”
New piece is up. This one is raw, human, and painfully real. #HealthJourney
No joy. No spark. No intuition. Just a chemical quiet I didn’t recognize.
I finally woke up at 4am and thought, “I think I’m back.”
New piece is up. This one is raw, human, and painfully real. #HealthJourney
Laughter counts as medicine. Weirdness is a vitamin. Let the day get silly, unfiltered, or odd. You are allowed to be the punchline and the whole joke.
December 9, 2025 at 1:02 PM
Laughter counts as medicine. Weirdness is a vitamin. Let the day get silly, unfiltered, or odd. You are allowed to be the punchline and the whole joke.
Your mind runs ahead. Your body tries to catch up. Put your feet on the floor and let yourself sink into it. One breath. That’s enough for right now.
December 8, 2025 at 11:30 PM
Your mind runs ahead. Your body tries to catch up. Put your feet on the floor and let yourself sink into it. One breath. That’s enough for right now.
December 8, 2025 at 7:01 PM
You don’t have to make your mess mean something. A pile of laundry, a day without a shower, an inbox with a hundred ghosts—none of it cancels your worth.
December 8, 2025 at 1:01 PM
You don’t have to make your mess mean something. A pile of laundry, a day without a shower, an inbox with a hundred ghosts—none of it cancels your worth.
Legacy is carried in memory—the tone of your voice, the way you listen, the kindness that lands deeper than you know. You’re shaping it right now.
December 7, 2025 at 11:30 PM
Legacy is carried in memory—the tone of your voice, the way you listen, the kindness that lands deeper than you know. You’re shaping it right now.
December 7, 2025 at 7:01 PM
Some days you only need to survive by noticing the color of your coffee or the shape of a cloud. Beauty isn’t a lesson—it’s the way your eyes still work.
December 7, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Some days you only need to survive by noticing the color of your coffee or the shape of a cloud. Beauty isn’t a lesson—it’s the way your eyes still work.
What’s one small memory that stayed with you long after it happened? The tiny ones matter more than we admit.
December 6, 2025 at 11:30 PM
What’s one small memory that stayed with you long after it happened? The tiny ones matter more than we admit.
Some memories arrive so vividly your breath catches, reminding you how deeply your heart still recognizes what it once held.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
December 6, 2025 at 7:01 PM
Some memories arrive so vividly your breath catches, reminding you how deeply your heart still recognizes what it once held.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
Grief walks in and flips every light switch in your life. Suddenly, you see the jokes that cut wrong, the relationships that drain your bones, and the places you keep disappearing. It’s brutal and clarifying. If you're noticing what you can't unsee anymore, you're not alone. #grief
The truths you can’t unsee once loss has rearranged your world.
Grief doesn’t ruin your life. It reveals it.This essay explores the moment when loss turns on every light in the room and asks you to finally see what’s been waiting in the shadows.
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December 6, 2025 at 5:43 PM
Grief walks in and flips every light switch in your life. Suddenly, you see the jokes that cut wrong, the relationships that drain your bones, and the places you keep disappearing. It’s brutal and clarifying. If you're noticing what you can't unsee anymore, you're not alone. #grief
Alone is not a sentence, it’s a blanket. Close the door. Take up all the space in your own quiet. Today, nobody needs a version of you except the one who needs a nap and the room to stretch without words.
December 6, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Alone is not a sentence, it’s a blanket. Close the door. Take up all the space in your own quiet. Today, nobody needs a version of you except the one who needs a nap and the room to stretch without words.
Life’s Echoes is a journal for remembering the moments you don’t want to lose. Prompts, stories, and the pieces of you that still matter. A place to gather your life.
Life's Echoes
Capture your life’s journey with Life’s Echos. This guided journal helps you document your values, memories & wisdom for future generations.
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December 5, 2025 at 11:31 PM
Life’s Echoes is a journal for remembering the moments you don’t want to lose. Prompts, stories, and the pieces of you that still matter. A place to gather your life.
December 5, 2025 at 7:01 PM
Your ache gets a seat at the table. The mess is evidence you are here. No need to tuck it away or name it something sweeter. The heart can be a little wild in winter.
December 5, 2025 at 1:03 PM
Your ache gets a seat at the table. The mess is evidence you are here. No need to tuck it away or name it something sweeter. The heart can be a little wild in winter.
Pick one meaningful object today—a photo, a letter, anything that hums with memory. Sit with it for a minute. Let remembering do what it does.
December 4, 2025 at 11:30 PM
Pick one meaningful object today—a photo, a letter, anything that hums with memory. Sit with it for a minute. Let remembering do what it does.
You may feel older inside your grief, as if the loss carved ancient wisdom into places once untouched by sorrow.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
December 4, 2025 at 7:01 PM
You may feel older inside your grief, as if the loss carved ancient wisdom into places once untouched by sorrow.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
Soft is not small. Crying at a song, shivering at dusk, leaving the room before you snap—all these count as survival. Feel what you feel, then let the day pass through you.
December 4, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Soft is not small. Crying at a song, shivering at dusk, leaving the room before you snap—all these count as survival. Feel what you feel, then let the day pass through you.
Memory shows up uninvited. A laugh, a smell, a corner of a song—and suddenly you’re back in a moment you thought had settled. That’s not regression. It’s remembering. Love has a long echo.
December 3, 2025 at 11:30 PM
Memory shows up uninvited. A laugh, a smell, a corner of a song—and suddenly you’re back in a moment you thought had settled. That’s not regression. It’s remembering. Love has a long echo.
December 3, 2025 at 7:01 PM