In this deeply personal and unfiltered monologue, I reflect on life six months after losing Kingston. It’s not a story of hope—it’s an honest account of the relentless pain, fear, and paralysis that grief brings. I share Zuma’s tearful mornings, her nightmares of Kingston, and how those moments mirror my own struggle to function in a world that no longer feels safe.

From the looming threat of wildfires to the impossibility of moving forward, this is a raw exploration of what it means to live in the aftermath of unimaginable loss.

Trigger Warning: This monologue discusses the loss of a child and the profound effects of grief. Listener discretion is advised.

Take a moment to sit with me in this space, where grief speaks louder than hope.