How this began

This Is Grief began after my daughter Kahlia died in April 2024.

I went looking for somewhere that spoke about grief as it actually felt, messy, physical, contradictory, lonely, and nothing like the neat versions we're often given.

I couldn't find quite what I needed.

So, I began writing.

First came words. Then a book. Then conversations with other grieving people who kept saying some version of the same thing:

I thought it was just me.

This Is Grief grew from there.

Not as somewhere to teach people how to grieve.

As somewhere grief is allowed to be what it is.

What we believe

Grief doesn't need fixing.
It needs somewhere to exist.

There is no correct way to grieve.
No stages, no timetable, no finish line.

Love doesn't end because someone died.
Neither does the relationship we carry with them.

Honesty matters.
Especially when the truth is uncomfortable.

What began as writing my way through the aftermath of Kahlia's death has grown into something I never planned.

A place for people living with grief, and for those trying to understand how to stand beside it.

This Is Grief is still growing. I think it always will.