Our culture is deeply uncomfortable with grief. Not because grief is rare — but because it is powerful. Grief does not ask permission. It does not arrive neatly packaged or politely scheduled. It does not move in straight lines or respond to timelines, productivity goals, or well-intended advice. Grief is wild. It breaks open days that were supposed to be “normal.” It interrupts conversations, plans, and futures we once trusted. It makes the body heavy, breath shallow, time s

This week has been heavy in ways that don’t show on the surface.

Entry three: The Decision No Mother Is Meant to Make

Entry Two: The In-Between

My birthday is this week. Christmas is next. And today, my body stopped.

Entry one: The day everything broke