My parents are dead. Yep, trauma dumped in the first sentence. I noticed when my dad died (30th October 2024 – yep I hate Halloween now), that there was very little support for grievers – especially in your 20s. I was 27 when my dad died. I’m now 29 -nearing my 30th birthday. My mum rudely decided to die 28th April 2026, could she not just have held on until my 30th? like seriously? If you can’t tell, I use a lot of humour to survive my huge all consuming trauma. However, on a more serious note, I’m surviving on anti-depressants, anxiety meds and keeping busy. I’m hoping by starting this blog and talking about my experience with grief, trauma and everything in between that people will relate to this and know that they are not alone in their grief. Grief will happen to everybody at some stage in their life, nobody is immune to it. This is why I am so perplexed as to why nobody wants to talk about it. So here I am, sticking my big broken heart out on the internet to break the stigma. Let’s grieve!