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Welcome to the “We Got This Blog.” I am so blessed that you are here with me as a part of this beautiful community. The death of my father three years ago, at just 14 years old, broke me, but through writing, I was able to start to heal. My journey has not been easy, and many days I still unravel or fall apart, but I am alive. I am here. And guess what? You are too.
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From the Blog
It Isn’t Always Wanted: “Grief Phrases”
I’ve had some time to reflect since those beginning days. I didn’t always love my actions or my quietness or the way I kept most of the pain sheltered from those closest to me. I ate too much, I didn’t sleep enough, I walked around fine when I felt so far from it. I said…
I wish, I wish, I wish
“There is a difference between goodbye and letting go. Goodbye is ‘I’ll see you again when I’m ready to hold your hand & when you’re ready to hold mine.’ Letting go is ‘I’ll miss your hand. I realized it’s not mine to hold and I will never hold it again…’” -Unknown I felt a tear…
Change, Change, and More Change
Change. The thing we want to run from, but never seem to get enough of a head start. The most silent, yet debilitating part of grief; the wound creator. I have never liked the aspects of the 6-letter word. We’re all fed the bullshit: without change, there is no growth. And that’s true, in a…
A Broken Heart Always Hurts Worse
I don’t always know how to deal with life’s hardest moments. I get angry and I fall apart and all those are normal, yes, but is shedding a tear really helping to heal all of my deep wounds? I am really, really sad right now, guys. My heart is in shambles and I am struggling…
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Why Did I Start a Blog?
I have always loved to write, even as a little girl. When my father first passed in 2019, my mother suggested that I journal as a way to help process my grief and soon, it became my safe space. I knew that I had the power to help those out there who were dealing with the loss of a loved one and even those who were dealing with their own mental health issues. After my father’s suicide, I had come to the conclusion that I never wanted anyone else out there to struggle, to feel lonely, or to hide behind smiles or jokes. Everyone’s life matters and is worth living; I can promise you that.
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