💔 Post:
I used to think strength meant holding it all together. Not crying. Not falling apart. Not letting anyone see the pain.
But when I lost my son DJ, the mask cracked. Then I lost my husband. Then my mother. And I realized: the world had taught me all wrong.
Grief doesn’t mean you’re weak.
It means you loved with your whole heart.
The tears I cried weren’t just sadness—they were stories. Memories. Promises. They were sacred reminders of the bonds that death could never break.
I’ve learned to stop apologizing for my tears.
They are not shameful. They are holy.
They are the language of a heart that remembers, even when it hurts.
This book—this journey—is not about tying grief up in a neat bow. It’s about making space for it. It’s about telling the truth: that even when you’re broken, you are still brave. And you are never alone.
Whether you’ve lost someone, or love someone who’s grieving, I hope you remember this:
Grief is not a sign of weakness. It is a sign that you dared to love. And that love still lives.
📣 Call to Action:
Have you been told to “be strong” by staying silent? This is your reminder: your grief is sacred. If this resonated with your heart, I invite you to share it—and explore my new book, where I walk through loss, healing, and the spiritual strength that only God can give.
