Grief Cracked Me Open

Losing my mother shattered me — but it also became the doorway to everything I’d been avoiding.

When she passed, I felt like I lost the last piece of grounding I had. But in the silence that followed, all the pain I’d buried came to the surface.

Grief didn’t just bring sadness. It brought the truth: that I had been carrying so much for so long… and never had the tools to let it go.

That pain cracked me open.

And for the first time in my life, I didn’t run. I let it in. I sat with it. I cried. I felt.

And that was the beginning of my healing.