03/23/2026
I lost my mom at 22.
But I started losing her long before that.
There was the grief of losing the person. And then there was the other grief, the one that doesn’t have a name. The grief of the relationship that never got to become what it was supposed to be.
That second grief is the one nobody gives you a funeral for.
Nobody brings you flowers for it. Nobody asks how you’re doing six months later. Nobody understands why you’re still crying about a woman who has been gone for years, or a woman who is still alive but was never quite reachable.
Both of those losses are real.
Both of them live in the body long after the mind has tried to move on.
I built Grief, Trauma & Your Mama because I couldn’t find a place that held both of those griefs at the same time. The grief of losing her. And the grief of what was never there to lose.
If this is you — you are not alone in carrying this.
Comment TRAUMA MAMA and come find your people. It’s free. It’s for daughters who grew up without the mother they needed whether she died, or whether she was simply never quite there. 🤍