Born From Loss, Held in Love
Grief doesn’t knock.
It tears through. It arrives uninvited and refuses to follow the rules.
This space was born from reckoning; from a love too big to vanish, from pain too heavy to carry alone, and from the ache of not finding enough places that let grief just be.
Not stages. Not solutions. Just space.
This isn’t a site that will tell you to move on or be strong.
It’s a space to fall apart.
To be seen.
To be angry, soft, confused, shattered, and still worthy of love.
It began with a book, written from the wreckage: The Year After Kahlia.
And it’s grown into something more.
A companion for the days that ache.
A resource for those supporting others.
A space where grief isn’t hidden or hushed.
You’ll find offerings here: writing, rituals, prompts, grief kits, reflections, retreats, and courses.
But more than that; you’ll find a place that won’t flinch when you speak the hard things.
This isn’t just about death.
It’s about what we do after.
It’s about how we live with what we’ve lost.
Reach Out
Whether you’re walking through grief, supporting someone you love, or just want to say hello, you’re welcome here.
I may not have all the answers (no one really does), but I promise to read with care, hold your words with kindness, and reply when I can.
This isn’t just a form. It’s a hand extended.
So if something’s on your heart, I’m listening.
– Kirsten