heatherwyatt

This is my other Real account! I Only have the two! I will still post our journey/life/content/updates with everything/ and Aubreigh on this account as it is my main account. The Family account (mama Wyatt) will be any of Aubreigh’s old videos /tiktoks plus any regular content/ backup account that I would post. Go follow 🤍 @heatherwyatt_family We love you all so much!

@RykerKeegs Spring break! Day 2! We’re staying home this year 🤍🤍. There’s something so beautiful about Giving my kids the kind of childhood I always dreamed of, and being the mother I always wished I had.

No texts. No calls. No one checking in. No one asking to get together. All the people who once said they’d be there… disappeared. It’s just me now, trying to figure out life one silent, heavy day at a time. Just me being the crutch while falling apart. This is what it feels like to be in your 30s , a mother, a grieving mother, “different” from others, and realize the “friends” you thought were forever… were temporary. It just hits different when there’s no one to laugh with, vent to, or grab lunch with. Just quiet. Just me. Alone. Some days I’m okay with the solitude. Other days, the loneliness crashes in like a wave. Leaving me in deep scary thoughts. I don’t even know who is genuine anymore. But I’m left wondering if this is how it’ll be forever . And sadly, I do think it will.

I’m spiraling. I’m lashing out. I’m angry. I’m mad. I just want her back. I kept going even though most days I didn’t want to. Not because I had the strength. In fact, most days I didn’t. There were days I wanted to stop. There were days I wanted out! I wanted to leave this world and its problems and join my baby. Days where it felt like giving up was the only way to escape the crushing weight of it all. But I held on. I kept moving forward, even when my heart screamed to stop. The battles over the past 19 1/2 months have been relentless—struggles with mental health, self-worth, overwhelming doubt, depression, anxiety, PTSD. Emotionally and mentally, I felt like I was drowning. Honestly , most days I still do. The hits just kept coming. One bad thing after the next. One more thing to navigate while still trying to grieve, to parent, to understand what happened, to fight for justice, to make sense of the chaos in courtrooms and in my soul. To not blame myself, to not wonder what I could have done differently, to not dig for answers and what ifs. Most days, I barely keep my head above water. And some days, I don’t want to. I want to let myself sink. Let it all go. I fight though. I fight. I want to stop treading the water of life and let the pain consume me. Because the pain? It’s unrelenting. It’s suffocating. It’s often unbearable. I often say that I wouldn’t be here if not for Taylor and Ryker. And that’s the truth. They’ve been my life preservers, keeping me afloat, my reasons to keep fighting even when I wanted nothing more than to leave. Leave this world, leave this pain, leave the constant ache of loss to be with Aubreigh again. To see her smile, to hold her, to finally feel peace. 2023 shattered me. It shattered my soul, my life, my dreams of what life should have been. I didn’t think I could be broken any further. But then came 2024. 2024 didn’t just shatter me; it broke me. It brought me to my lowest point, to a version of myself I didn’t even recognize. It broke my spirit in ways I didn’t think were possible. And yet, here I am. Somehow, I’m still standing—or at least trying to. This battle is not over. I am sure there will be bad days ahead, but I will continue to try to fight through them. Not because I’m strong, but because side my God is strong, and because my future self, Taylor, Ryker, and even Aubreigh deserve to see what’s on the other side of this pain. 4 months in to 2025. And I’ve just been going through the motions. One foot in front of the other. It’s hard! The pain unbearable. The ache so deep. The longing so desperate. I just want her back, my family back, me back. I keep telling myself , It may be a bad day. It may be a bad month. Heck it may even be a bad year or few years, but this will NOT be a bad life! For anyone else feeling broken, keep going. Not because it’s easy, but because we owe it to ourselves to find out what’s waiting on the other side. The struggles with suicide, mental health, and the crushing weight of it all may feel like they’ll never end, but there’s still so much waiting for you on the other side of the pain. Even in the darkest moments, when it feels like there’s no way out, you’re building strength, resilience, and a story that could save someone else. You’re not alone in this battle, and even when it feels impossible, remember that your life has purpose, your voice matters, and your presence in this world is irreplaceable. Keep fighting—you deserve to see the light again. I’m telling myself and all of you! 🤍

Half way through will MELT your heart!!! This moment stopped me in my tracks. And yep! I sure did whip out that camera in the middle of church. 🤣 My baby, my Ryker, just 7 years old standing in worship, hand lifted, eyes closed, completely overcome by the presence of God. He has every reason to be angry at the world. He lost his sister, I changed careers, we moved homes, he changed schools, his entire life changed from everything he had ever known within a year… a wound so deep no child should ever have to carry. Life has been heavy, unfair, and heartbreaking. But instead of turning away, he’s turning toward the only One who can truly heal. He’s allowing Jesus to meet him in the broken places, to bring comfort, peace, and purpose. He’s not chasing the world. He’s not worried about things. He’s seeking God. He’s chasing the only thing that matters — the heart of God. He is seeking eternal life, a heavenly home, a place where things will be the same, and he will get to be with his Savior and sister forever . And as his mama, there’s no greater peace than watching my son fall in love with the One who has held us through it all. “Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.” – Proverbs 22:6 This… this is what it means to truly live. This is the kind of legacy I pray we leave behind. @Dexter Woods @Nicholas Garand @KMWOODS @RykerKeegs @tay

@Wyatt Flores @tay

&& that’s on growth! 🤣🩷 trend stolen from @Megan Moroney 😘🤍

Let me make this clear because somehow the truth keeps getting twisted. My daughter, Aubreigh, died by suicide after years of bullying. Not just one comment or one moment..years. Years of being excluded, called names, tormented, humiliated. Online and in real life. And while she begged for it to stop, while I begged for help, she was ignored. Now some of those same people..the ones who stood by, laughed, or even joined in are trying to play the role of victim. They are using the very platforms they once hated. The same internet they wanted us banned from, the same voices they tried to silence. Now they’re using it to gain fans, play innocent, and build an audience off my child’s death. Imagine watching the people who hurt your daughter get celebrated. Watched. Followed. Defended. While you…the mother..get lied about, attacked, and picked apart online for telling the truth. And then imagine Aubreigh. A child finally starting to get justice after death. Finally .. have all those people decide to support the same people who were so cruel to her.. This isn’t just cruel. It’s dangerous. It’s the reason kids don’t speak up. It’s the reason parents stay quiet. Because when you finally do tell the truth, the world doesn’t want to hear it. People flip the truth, spread lies, and attempt to bully into silence. They want a prettier version. A version that makes them comfortable. But I’m not here to make people comfortable. I’m here because my daughter is gone, and the world needs to know why. Because my daughter isn’t the only child! Every single day children die by suicide! And everyday another bully gets away with the hate and harm! If you’re watching this unfold and staying silent, you’re part of the problem. If you’re clapping for the people who caused her pain, ask yourself what exactly you’re applauding. I won’t stop speaking up. I won’t stop telling the truth..even if it makes people uncomfortable. Because Aubreigh deserved better. And the people who failed her, hurt her, or ignored her don’t get to be glorified victims now.

Just in time for Mental Health Awareness Month! New shirts have officially launched on the Aubreigh Wyatt Foundation website! Every design carries a message of hope, healing, and strength. Every purchase directly supports our mission. 100% of the proceeds go to the Aubreigh Wyatt Foundation, helping us provide therapy, resources, and support for teens who are struggling with bullying, mental health, self-harm, and suicide prevention. Your purchase is more than a shirt. It’s a lifeline. Wear the message. Support the mission. Change a life. You can access the link to purchase a shirt in bio. Go to linktree, Aubreighwyattfoundation website!

A motion for a gag order ! Really!

Oldie but oh my goodness! My heart!!!