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A heartfelt reflection on grief during the holidays—how mistletoe, memory, and quiet resilience help us find light in the darkest seasons.

Written by a paramedic and grieving mother, this powerful post challenges first responders to see overdose patients through the lens of compassion—not judgment. Addiction has a face. It’s Mya’s. And every call is a chance to save a life.

Mya's mom and founder or Mya's Mission, Shannon, relives the night her daughter died from fentanyl poisoning—and how that heartbreak gave rise to Mya’s Mission, a movement to save lives and honor her legacy.

A grieving mother reflects on the 20 days before losing her daughter to fentanyl—what she would have done differently, and why every moment matters.

After losing her daughter to fentanyl, a North Dakota mother reflects on why keeping her daughter’s room unchanged has become a lifeline in her journey through grief.

Grief is more than sadness—it’s anger, numbness, and love with nowhere to go. One mother shares the raw truth of losing her daughter and learning to live again.

After losing her daughter to fentanyl, a mother shares the deep grief of child loss—and how Mya’s Mission was born from pain, love, and a promise to save lives.

A mother and paramedic shares the heartbreaking day she lost her daughter to fentanyl—and how she’s turning grief into action through Mya’s Mission.

I didn’t lose you, Mya. I used to say that all the time—I lost my daughter. But the truth is, I didn’t lose you. I know exactly where you...

No one warned me this could be our story. Now, I speak to save someone else. Please don’t wait. Start fighting now. I watched my daughter slip away, trapped behind an invisible wall I couldn’t break. I chased her with everything I had—love, hope, desperation—but addiction was faster. It pulled her deeper until I couldn’t reach her. She died from fentanyl poisoning.