Simply Misunderstood XO

Dear you,

If this day feels heavy before it even begins, I want you to know: you’re not the only one.
You’re not broken for feeling a little out of place this weekend.
And you’re not selfish for wanting to skip the brunches, the flower displays, the Instagram tributes, or the endless emails reminding you of what you don’t have.

Maybe this is your first Mother’s Day without her.
Maybe it’s been years.
Either way, the ache has a way of showing up—sometimes quiet and dull, sometimes loud and sudden.
And that ache is valid.

Maybe you’re the girl who feels like the world keeps spinning while your heart stands still.
Maybe you scroll past the smiling photos and feel that familiar lump in your throat.
Maybe you’d give anything to have just one more hug, one more conversation, one more ordinary day.

Loss doesn’t ask for permission to change us.
It quietly slips into the moments that used to be simple: shopping for a card, seeing “Mom” pop up in someone else’s phone, watching a mother and daughter laugh across a café.
These moments sting in a way that words rarely explain.

So here’s what I want you to know:

You are allowed to feel whatever comes up today.
The sadness. The frustration. The emptiness. The jealousy. The quiet peace.
There’s no wrong way to grieve. No perfect way to remember.

You don’t owe the world your strength today.
If all you do is breathe and get through the day—that is enough.
If you want to celebrate her, do it. If you want to rest, do that too.
You are not weak for missing her. You are human for loving her still.

And above all, please remember:
You are not alone.
There are more of us out here than you think—feeling the weight of this day and holding space for each other in the silence.

With all the love in the world,
Someone who gets it

P.S. If you ever need more words like these, my blog will always be a place for you to land. 💜