If you’re in media, you might recognize the parts of this story we don’t talk about publicly enough.
If you’re curious, I wrote it all down → [lnkd.in/eE-3CmxR]
Because maybe you’re sitting on a decision too. And maybe this helps you make it.
There are messages I haven’t answered in two years.
People who checked in. Asked how I was doing. Reached out with love.
And I just… couldn’t write back.
Grief makes everything heavier...even responding.
Just like in the moments I needed my mommy most she was there.
In my mind, I understand it will get better, I will learn to live with this. But telling my heart that it’s just a separate story.
I walk around with an emptiness I didn’t think possible.
But through it all, I find joy in knowing that she knew how much she was loved by me, and when she needed me the most I was there.