Even in grief, my grandfather’s love never faded, and I find myself, decades later, still speaking to the one I lost, just as he did. Love like that doesn’t disappear. It lingers, growing stronger through absence, reminding me that real love endures, even when one of you is missing.

Before I really fell in love, I thought I was doing life right—following my gut, making intuitive choices. But I was mistaking survival for soulfulness. It wasn’t until love cracked me open—and then left me shattered—that I realised how starved I’d been. This is the story of grief, of soul connection, and of finding the lost girl inside me, waiting by an old tree, still holding on to hope.

Why we rush to move on after a breakup and how giving ourselves space to grieve can help us heal more fully.

You can’t bear to be alone, but you also don’t want to be surrounded by people who haven’t felt it.

Mary Shelley, like many of us, had to find a way to continue living in the face of overwhelming grief.

The journey through grief may be long, but there is hope for healing, one wave at a time.

This statement feels so simple, almost trite, like a truth tucked in between the lines of a well worn self-help book...

Grief flows in waves, sometimes gently, sometimes crashing over us. Some days, it will makes us feel like we can't breath

When someone we love leaves our life there is a haunting sense that some luminous fragment of the soul, has been torn away.

For the first few seconds, I stood stunned, my adult self caught off guard. And then it happened - like a thread snapping.