When my spouse died by suicide, my entire world shattered. The grief wasn't just sadness, it was a complete dismantling of who I was. I became a single parent overnight while drowning in my own pain. I felt so alone. People didn't know what to say, so they said nothing. Or worse, they said things that hurt. I was navigating finances, legal matters, and my children's wellbeing while barely holding myself together. The guilt, the anger, the confusion—it felt too heavy. Now, several years into this journey, I've learned to carry my grief alongside my life. I've found meaning in supporting others walking this devastating path. I know the loneliness of a grief others don't understand. I offer a compassionate, judgment-free space where you can be honest about all of it—the anger, guilt, relief, love, confusion. I won't rush your grief or tell you how you "should" feel. I'll just be here, reminding you that you're not alone and that healing is possible.