Category: Grief

When someone you love dies, there’s a part of you that feels guilty for still being alive, aka “survivors guilt” for experiencing joy, or for finding moments of happiness. It can feel like you’re betraying them, like you shouldn’t smile or laugh when you are full of grief. I particularly felt this way when my… Read more

Your heartbeat once filled my Womb;now only silence lives beneath my ribs. The body I grew for you over eight months,turned from flesh to ash in minutes. The bones I would’ve protected, now weightless,as my womb aches for your presence. The day you left this world,a part of me departed as well. Like sand slipping… Read more

My daughter Ara was born a week after the New Moon and Solar Eclipse in Scorpio in 2022, and this year, that same New Moon falls just after her birthday on October 31st. With a strong druidic ancestry, it’s no wonder she entered and departed the world through the Samhain portal—a season when the veil… Read more

This year, my daughter Ara would be turning two. As time carries us further from the last moment I saw her in this world, my heart grows heavier. The anticipation of her arrival has come and gone, leaving only memories of what “should” and “might” have been. I found out that Ara’s heart had stopped… Read more

I find it utterly repulsive when a man—someone who has never walked in my shoes—tries to mansplain my grief to me. “Just focus on the time and memories you had before they passed,” they say, as if that’s the magical solution to make the pain disappear. That might be comforting if I had a lifetime… Read more

It’s been 12 years since you died, and although the mourning of your absence has lessened with each passing year, I still miss you deeply. Sometimes it’s in the smallest moments, like hearing your favorite song on the radio or seeing an old Yankees cap, that I feel the weight of your absence most. I… Read more

It’s a rainy, gloomy afternoon, and my heart feels heavy. Grief tends to settle in on days like this, like a storm that never fully passes. Today, a memory popped up on my phone—a video from two years ago. I was pregnant with my daughter then, blissfully unaware of the terror that lay ahead. I… Read more

This morning, I’m working at a coffee shop since the wifi is out at my house. A mom and her baby sat next to me, and the little boy kept coming up to me. I asked how old he is, and the mom said he would be 2 in November, the same age as my… Read more