Jasleen’s story

When I was 21, my world changed in an instant. 

I lost my dad suddenly to a cardiac arrest. There was no warning, no chance to say goodbye — just the unbearable shock of losing someone you believe will always be there. The grief that followed was overwhelming. 

At an age when life is meant to be opening up, I was instead faced with something I never expected: learning how to live without my dad. It left me feeling lonely, overwhelmed, hurt, and cracked open in ways I couldn’t have imagined.

Although people often talk about grief as if it’s a linear process, it isn’t. It shifts and changes, rising and falling in its own time. But over the years, I’ve found small yet meaningful mechanisms that help me heal — speaking to someone when the weight feels too heavy, praying when I need grounding, and spending time in nature when I need space to breathe.

Little by little, these things have helped me find peace. I still miss him deeply, but I’m beginning to feel lighter, stronger, and a little more myself again.