AzMarie

This holiday season has been heavy. My heart aches for my mother’s voice to hear her say Merry Christmas, to walk into my birthday without her saying Happy Birthday. I’m grateful to know God still has a plan for me, so if I wake up I keep showing up… but inside, I’m torn and shattered. Every breath carries pain.
My mother told me this wouldn’t be easy. I just didn’t know it would feel like this. This hasn’t been a “happy” holiday it’s been one filled with mourning and grief in its rawest form. I’ve cried a flood of tears, and I trust God is collecting every single one. Here’s a brief moment pulling through it all vibing.
Happy Birthday to me🎈🎂 💔