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As a new year begins, it’s hard to escape the messages telling us we should already know what we want. We’re encouraged to set goals, create vision boards, imagine our future selves, and step confidently into what’s next. For some people, that process feels exciting and motivating. For others, it can feel overwhelming, unclear, or even frustrating. And the truth is, there is no single “right” way to begin a new year . Different tools work for different people, at different ti

There are some parts of grief we expect, Anniversaries, Birthdays, Christmas Day itself, and then there are the quieter moments that catch us off guard. Today, I wrote Christmas cards for our neighbours. Writing cards is something I’ve found difficult for many years. Not because I don’t care, but because writing names on a card can make absence suddenly very real despite the timeframe. When you’ve lost someone, there’s a strange finality in not writing their name. A pause bef

You know when the credits roll at the end of a film or a drama, and everyone else seems to carry on as normal but something stays with you? That can happen in everyday life too. After a conversation. A moment. An experience you thought you were “fine” about, and then later, you notice a feeling sitting there. Not as a clear thought. Not as a storyline you can easily explain. Just a feeling. A heaviness. A tightness. A sense that something has been stirred, even though the mom

If you read my last blog on grief, you’ll know I’ve have been learning how to make room for the weight of my losses to honour them, feel them, and recognise how deeply they’ve shaped me. This blog is the next part of that story. Not “moving on.”Not silencing the pain. Not pretending life goes back to how it was. But learning how to live again, slowly, gently, courageously, with the things I’ve lost woven into who I am now and hoping I help others in the process. Because the t

There are days in your life when the ground gives way beneath you. Days that split your world into “before” and “after.” I remember that morning so clearly the crushing, heart wrenchng realisation that nothing would ever be the same again. It wasn’t just emotional pain; it took over my whole body. My chest felt like it had caved in, my legs gave way under the weight of a world that had suddenly changed. Even breathing felt unfamiliar, like my body had to relearn how to exist