Let’s be honest. Grief after suicide doesn’t move in neat little stages. It’s not a straight line, and it sure as hell isn’t tidy. Some days you’re okay. Some days you can’t get out of bed. Some days you laugh and feel guilty for it. And some nights the questions won’t let you sleep. 💥 Here’s the truth: - Grief after suicide is messy. - It doesn’t have a timetable. - And you don’t owe anyone a “bounce back.” In this space, you don’t have to hide your anger, your numbness, or your tears. You don’t have to explain why you still ache years later. We are not here to fix each other. We are here to see each other. 👉 Your Turn (Call to Action): Finish this sentence in the comments: “Right now, my grief feels like…” (my sentence is in the comments) 💜 Encouragement: There’s no wrong answer. However you’re feeling is valid. You are safe here. You are not invisible here. And you will not be judged her

We break invisibility by speaking what the world tries to silence. So today, I’m asking you to do something powerful: ⚠️ Say their name. Out loud. In the comments. Write their name below. Tell us one thing about them that the world needs to know — the laugh that lit up the room, the silly habit, the dream they had, the way they loved you. This isn’t just remembrance. This is rebellion against silence. Every name spoken here is proof: they lived, they mattered, and they are not forgotten. I’ll start. Jermaine Holman — he dreamed of being a journalist, always carrying a notebook like the world was waiting for his story. Now it’s your turn. 👇 Drop their name below. Let this be the first cry in our circle.

🔔 Welcome to Invisibly Seen™ You are here because your world broke. Because someone you love died by suicide. And now you carry the weight that nobody prepares you for the silence, the shame, the anger, the “what ifs,” the nights where the questions eat you alive. People don’t know what to say. Some avoid you. Some throw clichés at you like Band-Aids on an open wound. And after a while, you start to wonder if you even exist anymore… if they even existed. This space is different. Here— - Your grief is not too much. - Your story is not too heavy. - Your loved one is not invisible. This is where we cry out together, so silence doesn’t win. This is where the invisible become visible. This is where you are seen. Bring it all: the tears, the guilt, the rage, the exhaustion, the memories. Don’t tidy it up for us. We don’t need polished we need real. Here, you don’t walk alone. Here, your person’s name is safe on our lips. Here, your pain has a place to land. Welcome to Invisibly Seen™. Drop your name below, and when you’re ready, tell us who you’re carrying. We’ll carry them with you.