A raw, honest reflection on grieving during the holidays, redefining strength after loss, and finding small moments of hope when life feels unbearably heavy.

Grief, creativity, and healing after loss—an honest reflection on showing up, choosing light, and honouring love. I didn’t set out to make something profound. I was in a creative slump—one of those quiet, stubborn seasons where inspiration doesn’t knock and discipline feels heavier than usual. So I made a simple deal with myself: show up anyway. Every day. Write something short. Film it. Speak it into the camera. Total cringe. Total discomfort. An exercise in doing hard things—doing the...

There’s a strange kind of comedy in being alive right now. Like watching the world spiral into chaos while holding a green smoothie and a gratitude journal, trying desperately to remember how to breathe through your nose and think positive thoughts. Every headline is a punchline, every outrage a rerun. The absurdity isn’t that the world is burning — it’s that we’ve learned to scroll through the flames while meal-prepping for the perfect balance of macros. And yet… there’s hope. Somewhere...