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The Fog
After the fire comes the smoke. Thick, disorienting, and hard to breathe through.
The Fog is the in-between space: numbness, confusion, and the slow piecing together of what really happened.
It didn’t happen in a tidy order. Some days were foggy even while I was creating or coming home to myself.
These are the writings where clarity was still forming and the path forward was hidden in shadow.
The Ache of Two Truths
What do you do when the life you lived and the truth you discovered refuse to fit together?
Katherine Tatsuda
Oct 3, 20253 min read
Goodbye, Old Friend
A morning text brought news I didn’t want, but I carry the love just the same.
Katherine Tatsuda
Oct 1, 20251 min read
Wings of Grief
There is a strange power in standing on the precipice, holding both ruin and flight at once.
Katherine Tatsuda
Sep 30, 20251 min read
Every So Often, The Fog
The fog rolls in every so often, memories stirring, familiar shadows appearing. But I keep walking, knowing that I loved deeply.
Katherine Tatsuda
Sep 29, 20251 min read
The Hidden Cost of Loving a Man Who Lies
The hidden cost of this relationship probably isn't what you think.
Katherine Tatsuda
Sep 25, 20254 min read
Addiction, Love, & The Choice to Stay
Between love and hurt, I don’t know the next step. For now, I’m letting that be okay.
Katherine Tatsuda
Sep 20, 20252 min read
I Ache for the Hurricane
I thought I wanted the pain to end until I realized it was where I found myself.
Katherine Tatsuda
Sep 19, 20252 min read
Dear {Name Redacted}: A Letter I’ll Never Send
I thought it was real. It all meant something to me. It still does, just differently.
Katherine Tatsuda
Sep 17, 20252 min read
Grief is Lonely
Grief is lonely, even when I’m not alone.
My heart keeps beating,
even when it aches.
Even when it’s tired of aching.
Katherine Tatsuda
Aug 8, 20251 min read
Tidal Wave in a Loading Zone
We picked these berries together last summer. It was a good day. And yet, being in a loading zone behind him a year later, I realized how heavy even the sweet moments can become. I saw him. I saw everything. And it all came rushing back.
Katherine Tatsuda
Aug 4, 20252 min read
Joy and Peace Walked Beside of Me
This weekend was filled with simple things—family, sunflowers, blueberry buckets—
and somewhere in the middle of it,
Peace and Joy walked beside me again.
Katherine Tatsuda
Aug 3, 20251 min read
I Loved His Dogs, Especially One.
I miss my sweet, grumpy boy.
Katherine Tatsuda
Jul 30, 20251 min read
He Never Had To Lie
I loved him and his dogs so deeply. It didn't have to be this way....
Katherine Tatsuda
Jul 30, 20251 min read
He Had a Way With Words
It wasn't just me who thought so.
Katherine Tatsuda
Jul 30, 20251 min read
My Body Didn't Get the Memo
What happens when your body still craves the person who hurt you? This raw piece explores the somatic aftermath of a trauma bond and how the body remembers touch, even when the mind knows the truth.
Katherine Tatsuda
Jul 29, 20251 min read
When His Dog Died | Post-Breakup Grief
When his dog died, I didn’t reach out. But I felt it. Grief doesn’t care about no contact. It just arrives. Quiet, uninvited, and honest.
Katherine Tatsuda
Jul 26, 20252 min read
What Took Me So Long | Healing After a Toxic Relationship
I stayed because hope is a drug and I overdosed on the dream. But one day,
the ache was louder than the hope. And I chose breath. I chose self. I chose truth.
Katherine Tatsuda
Jul 23, 20251 min read
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