I’ve been wanting to record this for a while but I felt unqualified to speak on grief (yes!!) but I am here now. Finally did it!

To speak about losing someone dear to me and the fear, the crippling fear that comes with living in the diaspora.

A diary entry. (And also a cry for help for a tiny little unrelated problem that I have). This is freedom!

Tell me what your thoughts are.

And if you’ve lost someone, how are you doing? What do you need? How can we pray for you?