I became a caregiver for my mom when I was just 20 years old. While other 20-somethings were out finding themselves, I was going to chemo appointments and learning how to advocate in hospital rooms. My mom was my best friend, my anchor, my everything, and she fought metastatic breast cancer like a warrior for 12 years.

When she passed in 2017, I was 33 and completely lost. Grief hit me hard. My friends couldn't relate, and no one gave me a manual on how to function when your heart’s been shattered.

I tried to carry on, but I didn’t know my purpose anymore. I smiled at work, cried on the drive home, and scrolled social media wondering how everyone else seemed so... fine.

I felt like I was floating through life with no anchor, no direction, no glow.

But something in me refused to stay lost.

I started reading. Journaling. Tapping into my spirituality.

Bit by bit, I became someone new. A softer, wiser, spiritually stronger version of me... grief and all.

Now, I help women like you do the same.

You don’t have to do this alone.

Grief doesn’t come with a manual, but it now comes with a Fairy Grief Sister.