03/04/2026
Some days, the ache is louder than words.
I still trace hearts on rain-soaked windows, hoping the world might see how love and loss blur together. Grief isn’t tidy. It’s messy, streaked with guilt and longing, and sometimes it feels like I’m the only one left in the fog.
If you’re searching for a place where your pain is safe, you’re not alone. Reach out. Healing starts when we stop hiding.