My Woes
September was hard for me.
Honestly, August and September drained me mentally and spiritually.
August marked the first anniversary of Ms. Carrie Jacobs’ passing—a woman who treated me like her daughter.
And September…
That’s always been heavy.
It’s my great-grandmother’s birthday month.
This year, those two losses collided.
I visited both of their resting places, hoping to feel whole again.
But instead…
I felt like a little girl who missed her mother.
Both of them. 
With everything going on in my life, I just wanted them.
I wanted reassurance.
I wanted comfort.
I cried so much that night I woke up with a migraine.
But strangely…
I felt better.
Because I finally released what I had been holding in.
I let go of guilt.
Of things I couldn’t change.
And I realized something:
Their love never left me.
It’s still here.
Guiding me.
Shaping me.
Helping me move forward.
To both of my angels…
Rest in peace.