Almost three years ago, I lost my mum unexpectedly, and for a long time, I was consumed by grief. The weight of her sudden passing was overwhelming, leaving me lost in a fog of sadness and uncertainty. The world felt like it had stopped, and I couldn’t imagine moving forward without her.
But, in the quiet and painful moments, something shifted. Slowly, without realizing it, I began to heal. The pain didn’t vanish overnight, but I started to find moments of peace. I found myself reconnecting with the simple joys that once brought me comfort, like listening to music. It was as if the melodies were whispering to me that life could be beautiful again, that it was okay to feel joy, even after such deep sorrow.
And here I am now, stepping into a new chapter. I’m living in the moment, embracing each day, and finding excitement in the future again. My dreams that once felt distant now seem within reach, and I’m actively working towards them—setting goals, crushing them, and celebrating the small victories. For the first time in a long while, I can say that I’m proud of who I’m becoming.
I know my mum would be so proud of me. In her memory, I am learning to live fully again, to chase what makes me feel alive. Her love, her strength, and her unwavering belief in me continue to fuel my journey.
This is a reminder to anyone still in the depths of grief: healing doesn’t follow a timeline, and it’s okay to take it one step at a time. There’s no wrong way to grieve, and there’s no expiration date on the process. Life may never be the same, but it can still be rich with meaning, beauty, and hope.
I’m finally learning to honor her memory not by staying stuck in sorrow, but by embracing the life she always believed I could create. And for that, I am proud.
Cheers,
Coach Jo 🩷
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