A Note From Our Founder

Mentally Me was born from love.

And from loss.

I was 11 years old when I first learned what grief felt like.
From that moment on, I believed strength meant silence.
Be brave.
Be tough.
Never let them see you cry.

So I carried everything quietly.
I smiled through pain.
I became the nurturer.
The strong friend.
The one who makes life happen.

And then life asked more of me than I thought I could carry.

I lost my husband in a way that changed our world overnight.

There are no words that soften that kind of loss.
There is no way to prepare your heart for it.

But there was love.
So much love.

We used to joke that we were aliens — a little out of place, a little nerdy, completely ours.
When he passed, I told my children to imagine he had been abducted by aliens. It was the only way I knew how to make something unbearable feel survivable.

The aliens you'll find here aren’t random.

They are inside jokes.
They are memory.
They are comfort.
They are a bridge between grief and hope.

I created Mentally Me because sometimes we don’t know how to say we’re hurting.
Sometimes we don’t feel comfortable asking for help.
Sometimes we are the strong one — and no one thinks to check on us.

We all have feelings.
Hard days.
Great days.
Days we barely survive.

This brand exists to start conversations that might otherwise stay silent.

To remind the overthinker they’re not too much.
To remind the nurturer they deserve care too.
To remind the strong friend they don’t have to hold it alone.

I don’t share this story for sympathy.

I share it because love deserves to continue.

And if something we create here helps one person stay another day,
or helps one family talk a little more openly,
then that love is still working.

Thank you for being part of this constellation.

Be kind to your mind.
Be gentle with each other.

— Jessica