08/06/2025
The Last Year Broke Me, But I’m Still Here
🕯️ In 2023, I lost my dad.
🖤 In 2024, I lost my mum.
🎗️ Then my little niece passed away after years of fighting cancer.
💔 And earlier this year, my nephew took his own life.
That’s not some dramatic opener. That’s just my last 18 months.
Grief didn’t knock—it kicked the door in and stayed.
And now I’m here, standing in the wreckage, doing my best to keep others from falling into it too.
Right now, I’m struggling to keep my sister wanting to stay.
She’s hurting. Deeply.
And honestly? I don’t know how to help her.
I barely know how to help myself.
But I’m still here—because I owe it to those still breathing 🫶
Even if I’m crawling.
I grew up in a war zone called "home" 🏚️
I survived child sexual abuse.
I’ve battled addiction 🧃
Lost jobs 💼
Lost hope.
And yet—I'm still here.
This isn’t a call for sympathy.
This is a call to anyone carrying silent pain 💢
To every man told to “toughen up.”
To every woman forced to “hold it together.”
To every non-binary soul, every q***r person, every soft-hearted human or emotionally unstable outdoor furniture piece who just wants to be okay 🪑💔
You matter.
You’re allowed to fall apart.
You don’t have to fake being strong.
This page might be built on sh*tposts, dark humour, and memes that barely make sense—but underneath that, I’m just someone surviving one scar at a time. And maybe you are too.
If you’re still here… thank you.
I see you.
And I’m proud of you for staying.
– Tim-Tam Holden
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