A Personal Journey of Loss and Healing

I’m often asked, “Why did you become a grief counselor?”The answer isn’t rooted in any dream, desire or professional ambition. It began with a broken heart—mine and my family’s.

After the sudden loss of my mother, our world shifted in a way I never saw coming. She wasn’t just our mother—she was the glue that held us together. Her passing left our family in pieces. My sons, who adored their grandmother, struggled deeply. We had just celebrated her birthday… and then she was gone.

When the pandemic hit, the weight of grief grew heavier. Life paused. Grief surfaced with a vengeance and there was no way to escape it. My youngest cried for 30 nights straight. My father’s heart shattered. My siblings and I drifted in the fog of loss, struggling to make sense of life without the woman who had loved us most.

I threw myself into learning and healing. I joined a Grief Support group for 6 months, I read articles, books, podcasts—anything I could find to understand grief and support the people I loved. That pursuit led me back to school, and eventually, to becoming a grief counselor.

I didn’t choose grief work. Grief chose me—and I answered the call to help others, starting with my family. That purpose still drives me today. I made a choice that

I was not going to let grief dominate my life.

If you’re grieving, you’re not alone. I hope you’ll stay close as we walk this path together. Healing is possible. One step at a time.