Some days, grief doesn’t scream. It whispers. It shows up when you least expect it… in an old photo, in a memory, in a moment that reminds you of who you used to be. Today, I looked at a picture of myself from years ago… before life changed in a way my heart still struggles to understand. Before my world learned how to carry this kind of loss. And it hit me…I miss her. The woman I was before grief cracked my spirit wide open. The version of me who didn’t yet know this ache. Losing someone you love deeply…especially a child…does something to time. You wish you could rewind it. Change the hands of the clock. Fix what feels unfixable. Some days I don’t have the words. I just know my heart has been reshaped by love and loss living in the same place. And if you’re here because you feel this too… If you’re grieving someone while still showing up for others… If you’re tired of being strong but keep going anyway… You’re not weak. You’re not broken beyond repair. You’re human. And you loved deeply. Grief doesn’t mean love ended. It means love had nowhere else to go. I’m still here. Still loving. Still breathing. Still healing…one day, one memory, one breath at a time. If this found you today, you’re not alone. 🤍 💚 Healing with Twinkle Tons of love by the boatload. Nazhi Thee Baker—Mother 💚💚💚 #GriefTok #Grievin #GriefTokC #GrievingMothere #ChildLosse #LoveNeverDies