Hi, I’m Miranda

When I was 35 my beloved husband Michael died from a fentanyl poisoning overdose due to an unregulated toxic drug supply. It altered everything irrevocably. I found myself dealing with a traumatic loss that affected everything in my mind, body and soul in a world that didn’t understand.

Here I share my grief experience and some of the hard-earned truths I’ve discovered along the way. If you’ve lost someone, I’m sorry, and I hope this helps you to feel seen. If you’re here because you want to support someone who’s grieving, welcome, they really need you. And I also hope to reduce some of the stigma around substance use related deaths.

With a bonus cancer diagnosis and treatment thrown in the mix to keep me on my toes – as if I didn’t already know how precious life is – I persist. Thriving? Not quite. But despite having fear and anxiety as my constant companions, I remain cautiously optimistic enough to buy tea bags in bulk and endeavour to have a meaningful life.

Thank you for being here.

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Not frequent enough, you say!? You can also find me on my website, Instagram and Bluesky where I share notes about grief, joyful things, and cool birds I see.