The Day Everything Changed: My First Step From Grief to Growth.
I didn’t choose this story, but I’m choosing what I do with it now.
The day I became a widow and a solo mom was the day my life split into before and after. For a long time I didn’t think there would be a “next”. But here I am, writing this, and walking proof that healing is possible, even when it feels impossible.
The Raw Reality
I won’t sugarcoat anything in this space or in general. The grief is deep and overwhelming at times, a lot of the time, most of the damn time. The lonliness hits hard, like a boulder to the face. The silence after the kids go to sleep? It’s unbearable at times. But what I’ve learned is this: grief doesn’t shrink, we grow.
Why I Started This Blog
I needed a space to be real. Not just the highlight reel or the brave face I put on everyday. I wanted a space to talk about widowhood, young and old, raising kids while grieving, rebuilding my faith, and finding joy again, without guilt.
What You’ll Find Here
