You didn’t land here by accident.

You’re here because something tore your world apart, and you needed a place where that truth could be spoken out loud.

Maybe it was a loss.
Maybe it’s someone you love who’s grieving.
Maybe you’re a therapist, a friend, a parent; trying to understand what this ache really is.
Or maybe the silence around death just got too loud.

Whatever brought you here, you needed a space where things don’t have to be okay to be real.
This is that space.

This is where I lay it down, the rage, the ache, the softness, the survival.
This is where I tell the truth about loss in a world that keeps asking you to move on.

You won’t find neat stages here.
No five steps. No silver linings.

But if you’re looking for a place to sit with your sorrow, to let it breathe; then your home.

This isn’t a site about grief.
It’s a site that grieves with you.

So come in.
Stay as long as you need.
There’s coffee on the table, no pressure to speak, and absolutely no need to pretend.

Just a hand to hold.
A space to fall apart.
And someone to remind you:

You don’t have to be any version of yourself other than the one that’s here right now.
Raw. Tender. Messy. Surviving.

— Kirsten

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