Welcome to my blog, a place where grief is honored, God is near, and gentle healing begins. Here I share honest conversations about grief, faith-based healing, gentle exercises for the heart, essential oil support, and encouragement for your return to life.
There is a kind of grief that never makes it onto social media, never becomes words in a conversation, and never shows up in the way people expect. It’s the kind you carry quietly — in the early mornings, the late nights, and those in-between spaces where the world feels too loud and your heart feels too full.
There are days when grief feels almost physical, like the air has thickened and you have to work harder just to exist inside your own chest.It can feel like breathing underwater — heavy, slow, unfamiliar.Everyone else seems to move on while you’re learning how to inhale again without breaking.
