10/09/2025
Sometimes it comes with what’s missing in plain sight.
I’ve experienced all three kinds of loss, and all at the same time!
The physical kind: the habitual desire to call out my Dad’s name, only to be met with the ache of absence.
The inside kind: the silent chaos of losing myself in transitions I didn’t ask for, that contributed to my divorce.
The outward kind: the social disconnection, the subtle discomfort picked sides, the unwanted absence of those I thought I could count on.
Imagine my disappointment when a friend told me I was wrong for choosing to leave my marriage.
Imagine my heartbreak when a friend told me she couldn’t be in my life while in the depths of my grief because she was uncomfortable with my choices.
Imagine my fear when I was threatened to be exposed, so I could be controlled.
Imagine my shame when I heard some of the most intimate details of my life being shared as fodder for gossip.
We know grief is not linear, it is not black and white, and it most certainly is not visible—and guess what?
NEITHER IS LOSS.
Sometimes loss is what’s physically gone, sometimes it’s in what’s still here, and sometimes it’s in the spaces where the world doesn’t (or can’t) notice at all.
And sometimes it’s everything all at once.
I’ve often wished I had someone who is neutral, safe, without judgment, and not knowing me at all so I can just let it all out.
Raw and unfiltered.
Someone who can help guide me back to myself, because I hold the answers to the most challenging questions that have been asked of me.
And now, BECAUSE OF my experiences, my initiations, my rebirths, my resurrections, I get to be that person for YOU!
You are not alone, and I am here to help.
INCOMING: Life Doula services.
OUTGOING: Riding solo.
xo, V
