About The Godmother

About Me

I didn’t choose grief.

Grief chose me.

I became The Godmother of Grief the day my mother died and the world expected me to keep moving like nothing sacred had been taken.

I learned early that Black women are rarely given permission to fall apart. We’re praised for our strength, rushed through our pain, and told to be grateful we survived. But no one teaches you what to do when the woman who made you is gone. No one teaches you how to mother yourself through that kind of loss.

So, I stayed. With the ache. With the unanswered questions. With the quiet rage, the faith, the longing, the love that had nowhere to land.

Grief did not come to me once.

My brother died of cancer when he was seven years old. I was nine.

Another brother was taken by gun violence when I was twenty-one.

I have known the sharp, breath-stealing grief of miscarriage...the kind that hollows your body and leaves silence where a future once lived.

I have brushed against death myself. Once, twice...maybe three times, depending on how you understand drowning, acute stress, and the quiet violence of depression.

This is not a résumé of pain.

It is the lineage that shaped me.

And over time, I began to name what so many of us were carrying in silence.

What I Hold Space For

I hold space for daughters grieving their mothers.
For grandmothers who raised us and then left us.
For the women who lost their mother young and had to grow up without a guide.
For the ones who smile in public and break down in private.

I believe grief is not something to “get over.”
It’s something we learn how to carry...softly, honestly, and without apology.

Why The Godmother of Grief Exists

This work exists because grief deserves language.
Because Black women deserve tenderness.
Because mourning can be beautiful without being romanticized.

Through writing, ritual, reflection, and remembrance, I help women sit with their grief instead of silencing it. I don’t rush healing. I don’t offer platitudes. I don’t ask you to be strong for me.

I ask you to be real.

The Heart of the Brand

The Godmother of Grief is rooted in:

  • Black womanhood

  • Daughterhood and legacy

  • Faith, questioning, and spiritual honesty

  • Memory as survival

  • Grief as love that has nowhere to go

Every offering, every word, journal, reflection, or creation...is an invitation to remember who you were before loss, who you became because of it, and who you are still allowed to be.

If You’re Here…

You’re not late.
You’re not broken.
You’re not grieving wrong.

You’re here because love doesn’t die when someone does.

And neither do you.

- Krys

The Godmother of Grief