I used to hold space and listen as women spoke of grieving a part of themselves as they stepped into motherhood. I thought I understood. Perhaps I did, intellectually, but now I find myself understanding with every part of my being. There is grief that can come with motherhood. Grief for the women we once […]

“We live two lives in this life and the second starts when we realise we only have one.”— Confucius There’s nothing quite like watching someone you love take their last breath. Profound and heartbreaking in equal measure. It’s difficult to stand that close to death without finding yourself confronted by your own mortality. Without existential […]

Firstly, I want to thank you for being here and choosing to read these words. I’m truly honoured. The journal was a space birthed from grief. I never saw myself as much of a writer (I still don’t), but writing became something quite cathartic for me. A space to help me understand what it is […]