Sorry, Kid: Grief in Motion

I’ve been quietly building sorry, kid.

Not a brand. Not really a project either. More like grief with somewhere to go.

My little sister passed away in August 2015 from an overdose. I called her “Kiddo”. Somewhere along the way, sorry, kid became the phrase stuck in my head… part apology, part mourning, part anger that this keeps happening to people and we still treat addiction like a moral failure instead of pain. Unresolved trauma doesn’t go away.
(it doesn’t “heal with time.”) 
it becomes this breathing thing,
an overarching shadow with its own heartbeat and it sits on top of our kids until they suffocate.

So this is my way of trying to do something with all of it.

Art, clothing, writing, awareness. Whatever form it needs to take.

I’ve made hats that say "Love The Lost". Shirts that talk about fentanyl, grief, stigma, survival. Not because I think a t-shirt fixes anything… but because silence definitely doesn’t.

Too many kids are dying.
Too many families are carrying this in private.
Too many people only become “worthy” of empathy after they’re gone.

I don’t fully know what sorry, kid will become. And honestly, it feels way too big for just one person but here I am. Still sorting through it. Still processing. Still trying, on her behalf because she mattered.

Anyway, more to come. I'm open to suggestions/help.