This post is a reflection on love, loss, and learning how to live forward while carrying my mom’s light with me. It’s about the thoughts that surface in grief, the way she still shapes me into who I am, and the quiet becoming that happens after goodbye.
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January 26th, 2026
January 26th was the day my beautiful mother went to heaven. Tomorrow will mark three weeks…
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Learning Who I Want to Become
I want to name something clearly, because I don’t want this shift in my writing to…
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When Grief Reopens Old Wounds
How loss brings up the pain we thought we already survived One of the first things…
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Trying To Breathe In A World Without You
The Nights That Won’t Let Me Rest I am going to be honest here. The last…
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Finding Joy & Reminders in New Ways
Sleeping has been really hard for me lately. I haven’t been able to fall asleep easily,…
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The Night I Almost Reinvented Myself
Last night didn’t start with a breakdown. It started with a feeling- that quiet, itchy sense…
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Grieving in Different Languages
How This Question Is Finding Me I’ve always been this way. Long before grief, long before…
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Today I Tried to Give a Sh*t
Today I really tried. I got dressed. I put on some makeup. I left the house.…
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Masking the Chaos
We Were Taught to Keep Going From the time we are young, we are taught that…
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When Time Stops Feeling Guaranteed
My thoughts, shaped by her light… I am writing this today as a grieving daughter; full…
