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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.

From the Blog

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…

Holding On and Letting Go

Let me just preface by saying that this was written when I was in a bad place (I am much, much better now). I had a shitty day and this is how I chose to cope. The hardest part of desire is wanting what can never be given. You tell yourself that the impossible is,…

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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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