We hope that you have enjoyed reading The Grief Reality in April. It is a joy to have somewhere to talk so openly about grief, mental health and general ramblings.
Grief is unpredictable. And seemingly timeless.
What they didn’t know was that I was slowly losing it. My grades were the only thing I could even begin to control. I believed the only thing I could truly count on was that in March 2019 I would be at university. The hardest thing I had to do was leave my mum curled up on the sofa to revise for my exams. Repeatedly I beat myself up for being so selfish, but I promised myself that I would have all of summer to be with my Mum.
I’m running towards a finish line I simply can’t see, crowds and crowds of people clapping for their children, and I know my mum is still cheering for me.
If it hasn’t been so great so far, perhaps your highlight is yet to come.
I read a quote once: “My mum taught me everything except how to live without her”.
I couldn’t even recall the last time I fell over, let alone setting out on an activity with the intention of falling over.
Hopefully you have something to look forward to! It will be lovely to hear your thoughts 🤍
Life’s hard enough without an eternal war in your head.
After all, I was widowed now! Wasn’t I supposed to be sad all the time?