I didn’t expect this to affect me the way it did.
I took my words…
my thoughts…
my grief…
and turned it into a song.
At first, it felt like just another way to express what I’ve been carrying.
Something creative.
Something different.
But then I listened to it.
And it broke me.
Hearing my own story…
in someone else’s voice…
with music behind it…
made everything feel real in a different way.
It’s one thing to feel something.
It’s another thing to hear it.
There’s no distraction.
No way to push it aside.
Just the truth.
The words I’ve been thinking…
but haven’t always been able to say out loud.
The parts of this journey
that don’t always make it into conversations.
The quiet thoughts.
The heavy moments.
The things that sit with you when the world goes still.
That’s what this song captured.
Not strength.
Not healing.
Not “moving on.”
Just…
where I am.
Right now.
Grieving.
Trying to show up for my girls.
Trying to keep going.
Trying to breathe through the days that feel impossible.
This is what grief sounds like for me.
It’s soft…
but heavy.
It’s quiet…
but loud at the same time.
It’s love…
and loss…
and everything in between.
I don’t know if I’m doing this right.
But I’m still here.
Still mom. 🤍
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