In 2001, my older brother died by suicide. Five years later, my four year old son died in a sudden accident. These two losses shattered my world. For a long time,

I did not know how to move forward.

Grief, especially when it comes so suddenly and deeply, changes everything. It doesn’t just affect how you feel; it changes how you see the world, how you connect with others, and how you understand yourself. For years, I lived in that space — trying to make sense of something that will never make sense.

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But over time, something quiet and steady began to grow. Not closure — because I don’t believe grief ever truly closes — but balance. A way of living where I could carry my love for them and still be present in my life today. I learned that grief doesn't go away; it becomes a part of you, woven into the fabric of your life. It took me quite some time but today I can say:

I am in a good and healthy place with my grief.

I don’t let it define me, but I also don’t deny it.

I’ve found ways to honour my son and my brother, to keep their memories alive, and still build a full, meaningful life. That’s the message I want to share with you.

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If you are new to grief or still learning how to live with it — please don’t lose hope. I want you to see me and know that it is possible to survive, to keep living, and even to feel joy again. Not the same joy as before, but a deeper one — one that holds pain and love together. Grief is not something you need to 'get over'. It is something you can learn to live with.

And I’m here to tell you, you don’t have to do it alone.