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THINK THEO started as a name of a podcast. I wanted to share the stories of grieving people like me. It quickly grew into a place of understanding — A place to read, listen, and understand that you are not alone. We are all grieving in different ways, but it is important to remember that My Grief is Not Like Yours.
A Silent Emergency 👇
According to our study, 42% of grieving Americans across all generations
have grappled with suicidal thoughts tied to their most recent loss. For
Gen Z, that number rises to 55%, making them the most affected group—
but by no means the only group.
The data reveals that unspoken grief can lead people of any age toward
despair, especially if they feel there is no safe outlet.
Offering Hope 🙏
Conversation is a crucial first step. When people feel recognized and
validated in their loss, they’re more likely to reach out rather than endure
in silence.
That could mean creating grief awareness programs across
workplaces and schools, encouraging open discussions in churches
and community centers, or simply checking in regularly with friends
who’ve experienced a major loss.
True healing often involves consistent,
empathetic support from people who truly listen.
When communities address grief openly, they begin to combat the
lingering stigma and isolation that push so many toward thoughts of self-
harm.
Together, we can shift from quiet suffering to open understanding,
giving every generation a chance at healthier healing.
#theoboyd #thinktheo #grief #suicide #hope
Father’s Day is a hard yet beautiful day. It’s bittersweet, that’s what they call it. Bittersweet. 💔🙏❤️ I hope Daddy knows he was, and still is, my hero. #theoboyd #thinktheo #grief #fathersday #windbeneathmywings
I don’t like double dates.
My Daddy died on June 19, 2022, and that year it was Father’s Day on the calendar.
As the years roll by, dates of certain holidays change. We, the double daters, are left with not just one day, but two days that are heavier than most.
I grieve him every day, but June 19th AND Father’s Day I feel somber, sad, and scared. Yes, I feel scared that one day there will not be anyone to remember him.
Who will continue his legacy to help others?
I guess I’ll just have to keep writing and sharing their stories, so their love will live forever.
Daddy died four years ago today.
I don’t like double dates. #theoboyd #thinktheo #suicide #fathersday #grief
Suicide is not talked about enough, yet it is responsible for almost 50,000 deaths/year in this country. When God does give more than one can handle, what are we doing about it? Do you know someone that is hurting or that needs someone to talk to? Rates among men are highest, accounting for 80% of suicide deaths. This Father’s Day, be aware of that and remember that God may give more than one can handle - my Daddy is proof of that. Reach out to someone you know that may need you. #theoboyd #thinktheo #grief #suicide #fathersday - Call or Text 988 Suicide and Crisis Hotline
“I was a Daddy’s girl for fifty years. I looked up to him more than any other man in my life. It would be hard for any future male figures in my life to make the grade and measure up to my Daddy’s excellence; he was my gauge.”
-My Grief is Not Like Yours, p. 110
“I picked out a light gray suit with hints of soft purple thread woven throughout, a lavender shirt, still hanging in its dry cleaner’s bag, with a coordinating silver, navy, and lavender tie that I had given him for Father’s Day a few years before.”
-My Grief is Not Like Yours, p. 169
“I laid my head and arms over his body. I smelled his suit, just like I had smelled it in the closet the day before. I touched his hands, just like I had touched them the morning I found him. They were colder now. I made my way to his face, smelling what I pretended was Old Spice or Campho-Phenique, but it wasn’t. It was a smell I have a hard time explaining. It smelled like emptiness and fullness, like his old closet inside a new mansion. He wasn’t there, but I could pretend in that moment that he was.”
-My Grief is Not Like Yours, p. 176
“Daddy, they found a nail in my tire.”
I would always call Daddy, if I needed some air in my tires.
I would always call Daddy, to help with anything that may need fixin’.
I would always call Daddy, to tell me what I should do.
I would always call Daddy, for direction, guidance, and support.
I would always call Daddy, no matter my age, because he was always my Daddy.
Sure, I know how to get to a tire shop and get it fixed, but I always called Daddy.
Now, I just whisper the words to myself…
“Daddy, they found a nail in my tire.”
💔🙏❤️
#thinktheo #theoboyd #fathersday #hope #grief
This girl just popped up on my phone this morning. Notice the date: June 11, 2019.
This was a selfie I sent to Momma because she had bought me this shirt at @gap in Hillsboro, TX before they closed the store.
This was taken before anything truly bad had ever happened in my life. This 47-year-old woman had been through some broken marriages, some stressful job situations, but nothing like she was going to experience that summer of 2019.
I look at this photo, and I try to look behind her smile. I see a naïve, and somewhat innocent, gaze in her eyes. I know my eyes look different now - at least what’s behind them. 
It’s only been seven years, and it feels like a lifetime of heartache. But that’s the funny thing about the heart - it can still function when it’s broken. It even beats stronger.
I feel more alive today, and while I’m saddened by some of the events in my life - I am most proud that I’m still smiling today.
God had me then, and he holds me even tighter today.  You may think that your heart is broken and that it will never be whole again. I’ve got news for you…
God is there - holding your heart together with his hands. And just like Daddy used to preach, “Once you’re in God‘s hands - NO ONE can take you out. You are safe. You are secure. You are His.”
I’m proud of the smiling girl in this picture that popped up on my phone. I can look at her and tell her it’s going to be OK.
And just like Momma always said, “It’ll all work out. That’s just life. We have to keep moving forward.” 💪
#theoboyd #Loss #learningtolive #grief #hope #thinktheo
Don’t let anyone tell you that God won’t give you more than you can handle. He may. My dad is proof of this.
With Father’s Day approaching, remember those that are suffering from the loss of their father to suicide. Remember them, pray for them, and keep your heart open to help anyone that you feel might need you at this moment. I miss my Daddy more than words can say. He was an amazing man that helped so many during his life, and now in his death. He loved people. 🙏❤️#fathersday #loss #suicide #theoboyd #helpothers
Happy Birthday Nellene Cobb 💝 You sure made the last few years with Daddy fun and possible. Thank you for all you continue to do to help with the Boyd farm. We love you and couldn’t do it without you. 🥰 🎉☀️ 🎂 🍦 🎶
As Father’s Day approaches, I try to stay grounded in my childhood memories. It’s easier for me that way. I won’t lie, but of all the days in the year, Father’s Day is one of the most painful. I just take a deep breath and remind myself to count my blessings. I have many.
I have been blessed with an amazing Dad and Granddad. Rather than be deeply saddened by the memory, I choose to think about the strong male examples I have had in my life to admire, respect, and love.
Granddad was a funny character. I remember waiting in Meme’s rocking chair on a hot summer day, the swamp cooler blowing on me, for Granddad to come back from the grocery store. He would bring in a brown paper sack, and I would follow him into their kitchen. He loved to surprise me with orange sherbet ice cream. I loved watching him scoop it out of the paper box. I have the little blue bowls in my kitchen now that he used to scoop it into.
After we both got our ice cream, he would turn on his laughing box. This was like a sound machine, but there was no white noise or ocean sound, it was just a man laughing hysterically. As we ate our ice cream, Granddad would laugh so hard. I remember laughing just because he was laughing.
Daddy was a peanut farmer just like Granddad had been. Daddy loved to tell the story of whenever he would buy a new piece of equipment, Granddad would tell him he didn’t need it.
“That’s too much money.”
“The old one is working fine.”
But then, the next week, Daddy would be in town and overhear Granddad telling all the men at the feed store about the wonderful new tractor or plow that Daddy had just bought. This made Daddy feel so good. He knew that his Dad was just watching out for him, but deep down was very proud.
The memories.
The moments.
The love.
These men.
My Daddy and Granddaddy.
As Father’s Day approaches, I try to stay grounded in my childhood memories. Do you have a favorite memory of the father or grandfather in your life? #fathersday #grief #theoboyd #hope #memories
Theo’s love for life encompasses the podcasts and shines through in her writing. I enjoyed both my interview on Theo’s podcast as well as listening to several of her episodes. We all need hope and to smile more. and Theo’s easy and charismatic way of introducing the guest, chatting and bantering with me and her other guests was so refreshing. If you are looking for a meaningful podcast or book to read – THINK THEO!
Theo first had a podcast with me as her guest and then did one with both Dale and me. I admit I was nervous, but Theo made me feel like I was having a
conversation with a good friend. I had a blast! Dale and I both enjoyed the podcast we did together. Theo is such a kind and beautiful woman inside and out!
I will be a fan…. and friend forever!
“Theo Boyd brings a new, unique voice and approach to navigating grief and recovery that every generation can benefit from immediately.”
Theo’s life experiences have shaped her to give others hope during the process of grieving. My time with her on her podcast ThinkTheo helped me to learn how our lives are similar, but yet different in such a way that there is a bond like no other. I am grateful for her gift in helping others understanding that everyone’s grief is not the same, but yet our grief connects us all.