Centered Soul Healing

08/24/2026

You Don’t Have to Carry It Alone

I’m thinking about starting a support group for REAL LIFE.

Not a place where you have to have the right words.
Not a place where someone tells you, “Everything happens for a reason.”
And definitely not a place where you’re expected to slap a smile on your face and pretend you’re fine.

A place where women AND men can come together and talk about the s**t that life throws at us.

💔 When your child stops talking to you.
🎓 When your kids grow up and leave for college and suddenly the house is painfully quiet.
💔 When you lose a parent.
🕊️ When you lose a child.
💔 When relationships change and you don't recognize your own life anymore.
😔 When you’re grieving someone who is still alive.
❤️‍🩹 When you’re trying to figure out who you are after years of taking care of everyone else.

Sometimes you don't need advice.

Sometimes you just need someone across the table to say, “Holy s**t… me too.”

My vision is a safe, judgment-free gathering where we can talk, listen, laugh, cry, swear if necessary 😉 and realize that none of us are as alone as we sometimes feel.

No fixing. No judging. No pretending.

Just people. Real people. Real stories. Real life.

I'm considering starting this locally and would love to see if there are others who feel like this kind of space is needed.

If you've ever wished you had somewhere to go and just TALK… this might be for you. ❤️

06/03/2026

Todd Curtis

12/12/2025

What grieving parents wish we could shout from the mountaintop… but don’t always have the strength for:
• Say our child’s name. Yup—random Tuesday, mid-conversation, whenever. It won’t “remind” us… we’re already thinking about them 24/7.
• Don’t let the good hair day fool you—just because we carry it well doesn’t mean it isn’t heavy.
• We shouldn’t have to keep bringing our child up. Trust me, we’re praying you’d remember on your own.
• Time doesn’t “heal” this. Every day is still a climb. Some days we make it to the top, some days we’re on our knees.
• Acknowledge the pain. Don’t dance around it like it’s Voldemort.
• Memories? They hit like waves—beautiful, brutal, and nonstop.
• Watching kids their age grow up, graduate, get married? Yeah… that one goes straight to the soul.
• Tears aren’t weakness—they’re pressure valves. Let them fall.
• Sometimes we don’t want advice, speeches, or silver linings. Just sit with us. Hold us. Breathe with us.
• It takes exactly one second to snap back to the worst moment of our lives. Trauma doesn’t tell time.
• Flashbacks? Relentless. Random. Rude.
• We are not the same people. That version of us is gone—and we grieve them too.
• Please check on us. We may not reach out, even when we’re drowning.
• The sadness isn’t seasonal. It’s daily. It’s forever woven into us.
• Invite us even if we don’t show up. It’s about feeling included, not pressured.
• We crave connection with parents who “get it.” There’s a language you only learn when you’ve buried a piece of your heart.
• Yes, we keep their things. They’re pieces of sacred ground—hands off the decluttering talk.
• Holidays? Beautiful and brutal at the same time. Handle with care.
• We need love and friendship, even though we might falter at returning the energy. Grief rewires your whole operating system.
• The guilt? It sneaks up like a thief. Some days it gets too heavy to carry alone.
• We live in two worlds now—one foot here, one foot in heaven. We’re doing the impossible every single day.
• And no—unless you’ve walked this exact fire, you can’t fully understand. We don’t want you to… we just need you to respect that truth.
💜🙏💜

~tanyamariecurtis

03/29/2025