Let me share something personal. A few years ago, I experienced a loss that shattered me. One day, life was familiar—predictable, even. The next, everything changed. I remember waking up each morning with a pit in my stomach. Simple things—like making coffee or answering a text—felt impossible.

I tried to “push through.” I read articles, joined online forums, and even tried to ignore the pain. But the harder I tried to fight it, the heavier it became.

One night, I sat on my living room floor, surrounded by tissues and unanswered questions. I remember whispering, “I can’t do this anymore.”

That moment was my turning point. Because after that night, I stopped trying to "get over it" and started looking for a better way to carry it.

I reached out to someone who had walked this path before me—a mentor who understood the unpredictable nature of grief. And what I learned changed everything.