This is a HUGE part of our community.
This is the space for the conversations the rest of the world doesn’t make room for. The middle-of-the-night ones. The “I can’t tell anyone else this” ones. The “is this normal?” ones. The “I lost them years ago and it still hurts” ones. The “I’m not sure who I am anymore” ones.
All of it belongs here.
A few things you can post about in this space:
🌱 Stories of loss — recent or old, big or small
🌱 The waves that come out of nowhere
🌱 Anniversaries, birthdays, hard days
🌱 The grief nobody else gets (“but they were just my…”)
🌱 What’s shifting inside you
🌱 What’s not shifting yet, and that’s okay
🌱 The complicated grief — the one tangled with anger, regret, relief, betrayal
🌱 The “I’m okay today” moments (those count too)
You don’t have to explain. You don’t have to be eloquent. You don’t have to be “far enough along” to post here.
You just have to show up as you are.
A few promises from me:
💛 You won’t be rushed. There’s no timeline here.
💛 You won’t be fixed. I’m not here to make your grief go away.
💛 You won’t be judged. Every loss counts. Every reaction counts. Every shape of grief counts.
🌿 To start us off:
💬 What kind of loss brought you here?
You don’t have to share details. One word is fine. A name. A date. “My mom.” “My marriage.” “Myself.” “I’d rather not say.” Whatever’s true.
We’re in this together. 💛
— Megan
MegMasters Truth