Messy Mourning

Helping mothers who have lost a son to suicide or other trauma

1. Why this? Why now?

Almost six years I lost my son, Sebastian, to suicide. In an instant, my life changed forever. The hopes and dreams I had for him were gone. I had joined a club I didn’t want to belong. Then I started writing and began to heal.

Over the last five years, I have been introduced to mothers who had recently lost their sons to suicide or other trauma. They came to me because I was a few steps ahead of them in their newfound grief journey. They, too, had joined this club and needed guidance.

Grieving is hard, and Mourning is Messy.

Once every Monday, I will post about my grief journey and what I have learned. I want to encourage and come alongside other grieving mothers who have lost their sons and let them know that, eventually, even though they will never be the same, they will be OK.

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