29/07/2026
Returning to my morning pages today.
As I opened my notebook, I found a reminder I’d written to myself months ago. I’d completely forgotten it was there.
“Tell me a story. Make me care.”
— Anne Lamott
A simple sentence, but exactly what I needed to read.
It’s also a reminder of why we write things down. Sometimes we’re not writing for the person we are today. We’re writing for the version of ourselves who will need those words months, or even years, later.
I wonder if our subconscious is often one step ahead. It whispers to us to capture a thought, knowing that one day we’ll return to it when we’re ready to hear it.
As I continue writing the first draft of The Three Pillars of Hope Through Grief, this will remain my compass.
To share my story in a way that helps someone feel seen, understood and leaves them with hope, especially on the days when life feels unbearably heavy.
Sometimes all we need is someone who’s walked a little further ahead to remind us that we’re not alone, that what we’re feeling is part of being human, and that this too shall pass.
If you’d like to follow along as I write The Three Pillars of Hope Through Grief, I’m sharing the process, reflections and lessons I’m learning along the way on my Substack, together with a companion podcast.
You’ll find the link in my bio 🔗
