Some days, grief feels like a storm. Other days, it’s a quiet ache you carry while the world keeps moving. If you’re grieving too—whether it’s a sibling, a parent, a friend, or a love that life took too soon—I hope you find gentle spaces where your heart can rest.
While navigating my own loss, I started writing… not to sell anything, not to prove I’m strong, but to survive the nights when the silence felt heavier than my chest could hold. Those pages became a little home for my pain, my memories, and my healing. And maybe, just maybe, they can hold space for yours too.
To anyone who’s hurting: you are not alone. Know the nights when grief sneaks in like a shadow, and the mornings when pain feels like it weighs a thousand pounds—yet here you are, still breathing, still trying. I’m proud of you.
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