I’ve stared at this blank page more times than I can count, not sure how to start.
In June 2023, I lost my husband, my best friend, my partner, my safe place. Everything I knew about my life since I was 18 years old, changed in an instant at 37, and I’ve been learning what it means to exist in the “unwritten” ever since.
People talk about grief like it has an ending, like one day you wake up and the sun shines and you’re all better. But that’s not how it works. Grief weaves itself into your days, some loud, some quiet, and it changes the way you see the world.
I created this space because I need a place to untangle all the thoughts, the heartbreak, the small victories and moments of hope that I can’t seem to share with others all the time. A place to remind myself (and maybe one day someone else) that there is life after loss. It doesn’t mean forgetting. It doesn’t mean moving on. It means carrying this love forward, while slowly finding who you are now.
Maybe no one will read this. Maybe it’ll just be me, talking to myself (nothing new). But if you do find yourself here, thank you. Thank you for reading my words, for holding space for my story and maybe finding a little piece of understanding or healing along with me.
My Unwritten Chapters 