And here I am… writing about a story that’s been weighing on me for a long time. (all credits for this page go to my boyfriend who made it!)

I’ve read that sharing your story can be cleansing, and that’s why I decided to begin.

The light of someone very special stopped shining over a year ago. My mom passed away after a long battle with breast cancer. But her passing wasn’t sudden, it was the end of a journey that lasted over 12 years.

She died when I was 27, which means she had been ill for almost my entire youth and adult life. Growing up with her illness shaped me deeply, and losing her left a scar I still carry. Now that it’s all over, I often feel lost, unsure of how to move forward.

I’m learning, day by day, how to live again.
This blog is part of that process… my way of healing, one word at a time.

I deeply believe that finding a space to share my emotions and maybe read stories from others who have gone through something similar — will help me in this journey. I’ve already taken the first step… so the conclusion of today is:

Even when we lose ourselves in deep sadness, there is a way through it. We still have passions. We still have friends (even if we feel alone). And we have small things that help us survive, day by day.

One step in front of the other.
And I hope that, with time, I’ll find my new place in this world.