Why Write?

After Kahlia died, I didn’t know what to do with the silence.

So I started writing to her.
Not because I believed she could read it; though sometimes I hoped she might.
I wrote to make sense of the chaos.
To scream without making a sound.
To say the things I never got to say.
To feel close to her, even if it broke me open.

Journaling wasn’t neat. It wasn’t planned.
It came out in fragments, curses, tears, scribbles in the margins.

But it helped.
Because in the middle of the grief storm, it gave me something solid to hold onto.

You don’t have to be a “writer.”
You don’t have to explain yourself.

You just need to begin.

What Journaling Can Offer

• A place to speak without judgement

• A way to stay connected to the person you’ve lost

• A tool for making meaning from pain

• A ritual for release or remembrance

• A quiet companion on the days that feel unbearable

It’s not about writing the right thing.
It’s about writing the real thing.

Gentle Prompts for the Hardest Days

Some days, the words won’t come.
That’s okay. Here are a few soft places to begin:

• Today I wish I could tell you…

• I don’t understand why…

• I’m afraid that…

• What hurts the most right now is…

• I hope you knew that…

• This is what I miss about you…

No pressure. No expectations. Just your truth, in your time.

Free Printable Grief Journal

To support you, I’ve created a free downloadable grief journal.
It includes:

• 20 gentle prompts

• Blank pages to write, draw, or vent

• Rituals to ground or release

• Quotes that witness, not fix

You can print it, fold it, scribble all over it; whatever helps.

“Journaling gave my grief somewhere to land when it had nowhere else to go.”

[Download the Grief Journal]
(No sign-up needed. Just take what you need.)

Writing as Connection

I still write to Kahlia.
I always will.

Not because it brings her back.
But because it brings me back.

Back to the love,
the mess,
the truth of being her mum; then, now, always.

If you feel drawn to write to someone you’ve lost,
don’t wait until it feels tidy.

Start in the middle.
Start where it hurts.
Start where the love still lives.