12/06/2025
I’ve been experiencing a bit of a mental block lately. Emotionally.
I want to be present and stay connected to you, but at the same time, selling my childhood home has brought up more than I expected.
It feels like the end of a chapter—like I’m fully closing the door on a part of my life I’m not quite ready to let go of. The walls hold memories, and until it’s final, I think I’ll keep swinging between, “I want to post” and “I just don’t know how.”
It’s brought up a sense of sheer panic. Like I’m exposing myself in some way. Like I’ve never talked about this before—even though I have.
I think it comes back to shame. Shame of being rejected by a parent. Worrying what that says about me. Wondering if others will see that too.
So with Father’s Day around the corner, I thought I’d share a few things I’m not doing this year:
👨 Pretending his absence doesn’t bother me
👨 Forcing myself to feel a certain way, just because I “should”
👨 Minimising my experience to keep others comfortable
👨 Saying “it’s fine” when it’s not
👨 Trying to explain or justify the grief to people who don’t get it
👨 Shaming myself for still being affected—even after all this time
I’m giving myself permission to feel it all—or nothing at all.
To speak if I want to, and stay silent if I don’t.
To make space for whatever this time of year brings, without making it mean anything about me.
If you’re feeling any of this too, just know—you’re not the only one. You’re not overreacting. You’re grieving. And you’re most definitely allowed to.