
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.
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Two years ago, I learnt the true meaning of heartbreak. Two years ago, our precious boy, Dorian, left this earth, leaving a hole that can never be filled.
Today is Say Their Name Day and this year, Red Nose has chosen the Blue Wren as its symbol for the day. Whether you've lost someone, or you're supporting someone who has, I hope today's blog post will be a reminder that no matter how long it's been, the love and memory of the ones we've lost will carry on not just in our hearts, but in practical and tangible ways.
When we think about grief, we often picture adults. But grief is not reserved for just us grown-ups. Children grieve too. The tricky thing about grief in children is not only may it be delayed, it also may not look like adult grief.
Today marks one year since I lost my precious boy; one year since I learnt the real meaning of heartbreak. I can’t believe it’s already been a year. We’ve been without him longer than we got to keep him. And yet some days, it still feels like I’m walking in a fog; that this just isn’t real.

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