When my husband died suddenly from a heart attack in 2023, my world stopped. Everything that had once felt safe and certain disappeared overnight. I remember waking each morning with a weight in my chest, wondering how life could possibly go on when his had ended.

In the months that followed, I did what so many of us do, I tried to be strong, to keep busy, to somehow “move forward.” But inside, I was lost. The silence in the house was deafening. The future I had imagined no longer existed, and I didn’t know who I was without him.

Then, a year later, I lost my mum too. Grief on top of grief. It felt like the light had gone out completely.

What helped me begin to heal wasn’t time it was connection. Honest conversations, small acts of kindness, and the realisation that I didn’t have to face it alone. Slowly, I began to understand that grief doesn’t go away, but it can change. Healing doesn’t mean forgetting; it means finding a new way to live with the love that remains.

That understanding led me to train as a Certified Grief Recovery Specialist, so I could help others find the same relief, hope, and sense of belonging that helped me.

I know what it’s like to feel lost in grief, and I also know it’s possible to feel whole again. That’s why I do what I do.