Hey friend – Rob here. One thing i recently realised about my grief. I cry for my mum almost every day, but i rarely wipe the tears. I don't want them to leave me, because they are a part of me. They dry up, i absorb them, and grow through them. No shame in accepting that suffering is: The sacrifice you take for having loved and been loved A powerful fuel to create new meaningful things On which note, enjoy this week's edition. Ps. People have said nice things about our neurodivergence piece,...