Ceri James

10/06/2026

Things you may or may not know about lil’old me x x x

08/06/2026

An HONEST TRUTH I wish I had known about awakening - things truly do need to fall apart before the magic can happen ✨

14/05/2026

Angels are so powerful at helping us to heal, grow, transform and ascend … it’s their entire purpose and mission to help us ✨

10/05/2026

Something we need to lean on to what feels uncomfortable for us … because that is where the true magic of healing and growth is ✨

09/05/2026

Grief is so hard as it is …

But no-one warns you how it will totally change and transform you as a person … that is such a tough reality to hold ✨

Just know, it’s a normal phase of the grief journey … you aren’t wrong for feeling this way. You haven’t over thought it … it’s real.

But, you are able to move forward with new alignment, new truth in your heart and a deep sense of value and gratitude for all that you have 🤍✨

Just be gentle with yourself and move forward one moment at a time - there’s no time scale to this - but, you’ve got this ✨

04/05/2026

You are NOT THE PROBLEM ✨🤍

20/03/2026

G R I E F
a human experience and emotion that shapes us in more ways than we likely could ever imagine 🤍

19/03/2026

12/03/2026

Does anyone ever truly choose to be “the strong one”?

It’s a label I’ve been given for many years.
And only recently have I begun to recognise the quiet damage it can cause.

It usually begins with well-meaning words.

“I don’t know how you’ve coped.”
“You’re so brave.”
“You’re so strong.”

But the truth is… I never chose to be the strong one.

I was strong because I had no other option.

Strength wasn’t a personality trait.
It was survival.

And over time those words became something else.

They became an identity.

But being “the strong one” often means something far more painful beneath the surface.

It means you were left to carry your pain alone.

It means people assume you can handle more… so they place more weight on your shoulders.

And the hardest part?

The very quality people praise you for often becomes the reason no one realises how much you are hurting.

Your strength comforts everyone else.
But it quietly teaches the world that you do not need comfort too.

I’m slowly learning something important:

Often the people we call strong were simply the ones who had no choice but to endure what others never had to carry.

But strength that was born from survival deserves, one day, to be replaced with support.

So now I am learning something new.

How to ask for balance.
How to ask for reciprocity.
How to allow others to meet me where I am.

Because none of us were ever meant to carry the weight of life alone.

And if you have been the strong one for a very long time…
maybe this is the season where life begins to hold you, too.

🤍
Ceri xx

09/03/2026

It has been nine years since I last felt his physical presence — the reassurance of his grounding energy and the quiet wisdom he so effortlessly shared.

For those fortunate enough not to understand the pain of losing a love so great, they may quietly wonder why, after nine years since he grew his wings and left this earth, the grief can still feel so raw… so tender… and why I still feel called to write about it, to share it.

So I will explain why.

Everything in life has an opposite.
For everything that rises, something must fall.
Where there is light, there is also darkness.
When things are warm, they can also grow cold.

And where there is great love… there is also great grief.

The depth with which we love someone is the depth with which we feel their absence. Because grief, in its truest form, is simply love that has nowhere left to go.

Over the years I have found many ways to honour my Dad — his life, his memory, the imprint he left on my heart. But perhaps the greatest gift of all is that I can still speak about him with such love and tenderness to anyone willing to listen. In doing so, I keep a small part of him alive in this world.

His passing was undoubtedly the moment that cracked open my soul. It shook my world to its very core and left me learning how to live in a world without him.

But more than that… I had to learn who I even was now that he was no longer here.

Everything felt different.
I was different.
Life was different.

And that is another layer of grief many people do not speak about — the grief of losing the version of yourself that existed before the loss.

So to anyone who has lost someone they love — whether it was yesterday or twenty years ago — please know this:

You are not too much for still feeling deeply.
You are not weak for still grieving.
And you are not alone in learning how to live in a world that no longer holds someone your heart still longs for.

Grief is not something we “get over.”
It is something we slowly learn to carry — with love.

Please feel free to share a loved one you miss in the comments and share something with love about them with me

I am here … and I’d be honoured for you to use this space in that way

All my Love
Ceri x x