29/01/2026
Over the weekend I watched H Is for Hawk in the local cinema, and it stirred something in me.
It’s a film about grief and depression, and parts of it felt uncomfortably familiar — the fog, the overwhelm, the days when even simple things feel impossible. The instinct to hide from the world because everyone else seems to be moving on while you’re stuck in a strange bubble.
This January marks six years since I became a widow at 34 with five young kids. Grief has never been a straight line for me. It arrives uninvited, leaves when it wants, and sometimes comes back just when I think I’ve found my footing again.
Along the way I’ve had to find new ways to move through it — breathwork, yoga, reiki, journaling, movement,counselling, meditation. Tools that helped me come back to myself, and that I’m grateful to now share with others navigating their own changes.
I don’t often speak about my story openly. Not because I’m hiding, but because it’s tender, and it’s tied to people I want to protect. But watching that film reminded me how important it is to say this out loud: if you’re grieving, you’re not alone.
Grief can feel isolating, but so many of us are carrying invisible stories while doing our best to keep going. If you’re in that place, I see you. You’re human. You’re doing your best. And even when it feels like you’re carrying it alone, you’re not.
Big hugs x
