Where I am headed now!
I didn’t choose death work. It chose me. But now I’m choosing to meet it halfway. With knowledge. With intention. With open hands and an open heart. After walking with so many—family, friends, strangers who became sacred in their final hours—I know this is my path. But knowing isn’t always enough. Now, I’m taking steps to prepare. To deepen. To learn. I’ve begun training to become a certified death doula. It’s not just about knowledge—it’s about presence, advocacy, ritual, and trust. It’s learning how to hold space without rushing. How to guide families through chaos without fixing or forcing. How to sit in the silence without fear. There are courses. Readings. Certificates. And so many questions I’ll never stop asking. I’m not doing this to collect credentials. I’m doing this because every life deserves dignity at its ending. Because grief deserves a place to breathe. Because we are not meant to walk this road alone. This blog, Here for the Leaving, will ...
