How Do You Heal After Losing Your Mom?

The truth is — you don’t really “heal.” You learn to live again, slowly, in pieces.

Losing a parent is always earth-shattering. But losing your mother — the one who raised you, held you, fought for you — is a grief like no other. It's the kind of pain that reaches places in you that words can’t even touch.

Last year, I received the phone call that changed everything. My brother’s voice on the other end, trembling, told me: “Mom’s in a coma.” I remember the moment so vividly — a chill ran through my spine, my body froze, and my heart beat so violently I swear I felt it crack.

Nothing prepares you for that kind of call. Nothing prepares you for what comes next.

On the same day as my birthday, then the heartbreaking news came in.

On what was supposed to be a day of celebration, everything changed. My birthday — a day that once felt light and full of love — now carries the weight of the moment my world shifted. One phone call, and everything blurred.

Grief doesn’t ask if you’re ready. It arrives, uninvited, and takes up space in your chest like it’s always belonged there.

Each day since has been filled with a mix of sorrow, regret, and aching pain.

There hasn’t been a single day that I don’t remember her — her face, her voice, her smile, her laughter... even her sternness. Every part of her lives in the quiet moments, in the things she used to say, in the way I still catch myself thinking, “I need to tell Mom this.”

I know this is a long road — one I never asked to walk, but one I now have to take in, step by step.

Grief isn’t something you get over. It’s something you learn to carry, to sit with, and somehow, to live alongside.