I didn’t have anyone to talk to about losing my mom. No one who really got it, what it does to you when the one person who was supposed to guide you through life is suddenly just… gone. I was young, confused, and heartbroken, but the world kept moving. And I kept quiet.
Grief is strange like that. It doesn’t show up all at once. It seeps in slowly, through small moments, quiet reminders, milestones missed. And when there’s no one around who understands that kind of pain, you start to wonder if you’re just being dramatic. Or broken.
So I stayed silent for a long time. I didn’t know how to explain the ache I carried. I didn’t know how to admit how much I still needed her, even years later. I kept it all in because I didn’t know where else to put it.
Until I made this blog.
This space started as a lifeline somewhere I could put the words I was too scared to say out loud. A place to release the thoughts that kept me up at night, to name the feelings I couldn’t explain to anyone else. Writing became my way of surviving, healing, and slowly making sense of a life that has always felt a little incomplete.
But this blog isn’t just for me anymore.
It’s for you. if you’ve ever lost someone you can’t imagine living without. If you’ve ever sat in a room full of people and still felt completely alone. If you’re trying to piece together who you are without the person who was supposed to help you figure that out.
You’re not alone here.
I might not have all the answers, but I do have this space and it’s open to you, too.
