When Everything Fell Apart; Grief, Losing Myself & Starting Over

When my dad passed away, I didn’t just lose him - I lost a part of myself too.

The grief hit harder than I could’ve imagined. It wasn’t just sadness, it was confusion, numbness, disconnection. I didn’t recognize myself anymore. The routines that once gave my life structure started to unravel. I felt like a shell of the women I used to be.

And to top it off, I didn’t feel I belonged in my hometown anymore. Every street, every memory, every familiar face carried a weight I count no longer hold.

So I mad the choice. I pack up me and my kids an moved out West.

I didn’t know exactly what I was running from or towards, but I knew that I could not stay where I was reminded of everything I went through. I needed the space to rebuild, and to reimagine my life.

It was not easy, Healing is never easy. But the move gave me clarity to own up to all my mistakes and redo for me this time. Some days I still feel lost, Some days I may need the spark to get out of bed, or to even make my day worth getting up. But this new version is stronger, wiser, and learning to trust the path I am on.

Reminder:

If you are in the thick of it, remeber these afficmations:

• You are allowd to start over.

• You are allows to outgrow old spaces.

• You are allowed to lose yourself for a while, just don’t stop seeking your way back.

This is your season of becoming. And you don’t have to walk it alone.

With love,

Kiara