Joan Didion wrote The Year of Magical Thinking in the aftermath of her husband’s sudden death. A year where reality blurred and logic failed to keep up with loss. She captured that strange, disorienting space grief takes you to. The way your mind bargains with the impossible, replaying moments, rewriting endings, convincing yourself that maybe, somehow, they’ll walk back through the door. Because grief doesn’t make sense. Not until it’s yours. She wrote, “Grief, when it comes, is nothing like we