The holidays are supposed to sparkle. They’re wrapped in lights and music and expectations that say this should be the happiest time of the year. But for so many people, this season feels heavier instead of brighter.

Grief gets louder. Loneliness settles in. Old memories knock when you’re already tired. Mental health doesn’t take a holiday break just because the calendar says it’s time to celebrate.

If this season feels harder for you, I want you to know something simple and true: I’m here if you need me.

I’m here on the days when getting out of bed feels like an accomplishment.
I’m here when the silence is too loud or the noise is too much. I’m here when you don’t have the words, or when you have too many and don’t know where to put them.

You don’t have to explain why you’re struggling. You don’t have to compare your pain to anyone else’s. And you definitely don’t have to pretend you’re okay just to make others more comfortable.

Sometimes being “here” looks like a conversation. Sometimes it looks like sitting quietly beside someone. Sometimes it’s a text that just says, “I’m thinking of you.”

And if you’re the one reading this thinking, I wish someone would say that to me this is me saying it. You matter. Your feelings matter. Your presence in this world matters, even on days when it doesn’t feel like it.

The holidays can amplify everything we try to tuck away the rest of the year. That doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human.

So if you need a safe place to land, I’m here. If you need someone to listen, I’m here. If all you can do today is survive, that is more than enough and I’m still here.

You don’t have to carry this season alone. Email me, text me, call me. If you need that information, head over to my about me page 🤍

Love,
Jennifer ❤️

I miss you in the quiet moments
when the world slows
just enough
for your absence to echo
I miss your laugh
tucked between my thoughts
your voice folded into the silence
like a secret waiting to be told
the days stretch long
without your light
and even the sun
seems unsure of where to shine
but I carry your memory
like a song I hum
without meaning to
soft and familiar
aching and true

we move through hours 
that were never promised
soft tenants of a world 
that keeps no names
each breath is an ember of light
slipped into our unready hands
dawn on loan, shadows rented
still we press our footsteps into dust
still we dare to lift our fragile flame
as if the dark were negotiable
as if borrowed time 
were ours to spend
and if the sun won’t one day
ask for everything back