I’ve come to understand something about myself. I’m a late bloomer. And I’m learning to make space for that truth, to honor it instead of hiding it. Sometimes I look around and see people moving forward in ways I once thought impossible. Colleagues graduating faster. Friends falling in love, starting families. Siblings building lives that… Continue reading The Late Bloomer
Tag: grief
I Wish
I wish I listened to what others really had to say.Not in the way I used to, scanning every word for clues on how to be accepted, how to be liked, how to finally feel enough.But in the way that would have set me free.In the way that asked: Do these people even care about… Continue reading I Wish
I Will Forever Wonder
I will forever wonderWhat it would feel like to be part of a familyThat loves each other without hesitation,Without condition, without cold silencesMasquerading as peace. A family where love isn’t earned by shrinking,By softening your voice, by folding into the cornersAnd hoping someone notices. A family where you don’t have to begFor time, for tenderness,… Continue reading I Will Forever Wonder
Breaking The Traditional Views of Life
You know the one—the mom, dad, siblings, a dog, and the house with the white picket fence. Why do we all strive for the same thing, just for it to fall apart? In my case, I lost my mom. Others lose their dad. Some are raised in completely different family structures. Some have no structure… Continue reading Breaking The Traditional Views of Life
Damn, it’s Mother’s Day
Those words aren’t bitter, they’re just raw. They’re honest. They echo from a place in me that still tries to understand what this day is supposed to feel like. While the world around me blooms with pastel cards and Instagram posts filled with brunches and bouquets, I’m quietly reminded that there’s a hollow space inside… Continue reading Damn, it’s Mother’s Day
I Never Mentioned
I never mentioned it. I always said I was fine, That I had a mom and a dad. I never said my mom died. That cancer took her. I never said I cared for her the best a child could. That I helped her in every way I knew how. I never said it was… Continue reading I Never Mentioned
Living in a dream state
Living in a dream state ever since, walking through the hush of half-lit rooms, where shadows bloom and voices blur, and yesterday feels closer than today. And if we’re really being honest, I didn’t even understand the magnitude of the loss then— how could I? The world cracked quietly, like a hairline fracture in glass,… Continue reading Living in a dream state
The Dead Mom Club
Realizing I’m part of a club I never wanted to be a member of There are certain clubs in life you never imagine yourself joining. You hear about them, you maybe even know someone who’s a member, but you always think, Not me. Not yet. The Dead Mom Club is one of those. There’s no… Continue reading The Dead Mom Club
I was once someone’s baby
I was once someone’s baby. Cradled in hopes and stitched into dreams, Their pride and joy, their golden light, The soft promise of better things. I was their future shining, sweet. A wish whispered into the night. The medal on a shelf of memories, The reason they chose to fight. But time, it slipped, as… Continue reading I was once someone’s baby
When I had no one to talk to
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… Continue reading When I had no one to talk to