Dear Friend,
When I lost my son DJ in 2016, I thought I was alone in my grief. The silence felt heavy. The shame was louder than my voice.
But then I began to share my story. Slowly, carefully, with people who could hold it with gentleness. And do you know what happened? I found community. I found healing in being heard.
Your story deserves that, too. The messy parts, the tender parts, the hopeful parts—all of it is worthy of being spoken aloud. Because when we share, we create space for others to exhale and whisper, “Me too.”
You are not alone here.
With love,
Alishia
