Sometimes I look at myself and I don’t even recognize who I am anymore.

Grief has a way of changing you… aging you… in ways you can’t explain unless you’ve lived it. It’s not just sadness—it’s this constant ache that sits with you every single day. You wake up with it, you carry it, and you go to bed with it.

Some days are harder than others. Some days you wake up and wonder how you’re supposed to keep going. Because the truth is… when you lose your child, you lose a piece of yourself that you can never get back.

I miss my son every single day. He was the most important part of my life, and that doesn’t just go away. But not everyone wants to hear about your grief all the time… not everyone understands that it doesn’t have an off switch.

So you learn to be quiet.

You carry it on your own.

You smile when you have to.

And inside, your heart is still breaking.

Grief is heavy. It’s lonely. And it changes you forever.

If you’re carrying something like this too… I see you. 🤍