
I'm here to help light up the darkness, inspire, and help other mums feel seen and less alone through my musings on life, motherhood, and mental health, intertwined with my faith and grief. This is a space for REAL motherhood - the good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly. Here, I promise to be open, vulnerable, and honest.
Here, you are seen, and you are heard.
It’s a bittersweet day for me today. My precious boy, Dorian, should have been two today, but he was too precious for this earth.
There is no scale or measure that can ever quantify the depth of pain a mother feels when she loses her child, no matter how long she carried, knew, or held them. And yet the sad truth is that in this world, and even within the grief community, there is often an unspoken comparison when it comes to mothers: Is it harder to lose a baby in pregnancy or after birth? Does the time we have together determine the depth of the loss and therefore the amount of pain we feel?
We pass strangers at the shops, we see other parents at school drop off/pick up, we have lunch with our colleagues, we catch up on our friends’ lives through social media. But how often do we stop to wonder what battles they might be fighting silently?
Grief is a lonely journey. Unless someone has experienced grief before, it can be quite hard to fathom just how much it can affect a person. However, no two experiences of grief are ever the same.

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