A space for the healing woman who’s learning to come home to herself.
If you’ve found your way here, i want to start by saying this:
You belong here.
Not because you’re perfect.
Not because you’ve got it all figured out.
But because your heart has stories, and scars, and strength that deserves to be seen, heard and held.
Hearts like hers was born from grief, from soul-searching, from the quiet moments where i wondered if i’d ever feel whole again. It’s a space i wish had existed when i was navigating deep loss, identity shifts, and the weight of healing i didn’t ask for- but somehow, became responsible for.
Why i created this space
In 2020, i lost my mum.
At just 18, i found myself holding others together while quietly falling apart. Like many women, i put on the brave face, the strong front, the “i’ve got this” mask-until one day, i couldn’t anymore.
Healing wasn’t linear. It wasn’t tidy. And it definitely didn’t come with a map. But it did come with nudges-gentle soul whispers that said:
- There’s more for you.
- Your pain has purpose.
- You can rise without rushing.
And so, Hearts like hers came to life. A community. A resource. A soft landing for the women like me-and maybe like you-who are grieving, healing, awakening, and slowly, beautifully…remembering who they are.
What you’ll find here
This blog is a sacred corner of the site. Here, i’ll be sharing real, raw, and soul-guided reflections to support you in:
- Navigating grief and emotional healing
- Rebuilding self-worth and inner confidence
- Exploring your soul purpose and spiritual path
- Creating rituals, practices, and tools that feel like home
- Remembering that you are not broken- you are becoming
Some posts will be like journal entries. Some like letters. Others may feel like guidance you didn’t know you needed until now. All of them are written with love, vulnerability, and truth.
If you’re new here…
Start with the resource library – Full of free tools to support your journey.
Subscribe to my gentle newsletter – You’ll receive monthly guidance, journal prompts and healing reminders.
Read the next blog post – “Grief has layers: What no one tells you about healing”
Or simply sit with this space. Breathe. Let it hold you.
One last thing…
You don’t have to earn your way to healing. You don’t have to fix yourself to be worthy of softness, hoy, or peace. You’re allowed to begin again. As many times as it takes.
This space is for hearts like mine.
This space is for hearts like yours.
With love always,
Hearts like hers.
