Wish that I could’ve frozen time Halted it completely in its tracks Made it that the bells wouldn’t chime That you wouldn’t fade to black Wish I…… Read more “As Told By Ken”
Author: thegriefreality
Reality Revisited: “How Did I Not Make A Note of Every Word You Ever Said”
That’s my Mum, she existed, she laughed, there was a time she wasn’t dying or sad, when this wasn’t our reality, and when she could hug me and tell me everything’s going to be okay. The pain is just an indicator of how strong our bond was.
#18 Thursday Thoughts: What’s Your Favourite Song?
Link your favourite songs down below! Maybe your favourite song will be our new favourite song.
On My Own
“Okay Evee, you’re on your own now, and you have to put as much distance between this tragic event as you can.”
As Told By Tamara
The intensity of your grief is in direct proportion to the deep love you had for them. This is not something you can skip over, ignore, or run away from.
Something To Brighten Your Sunday #4
Hope that this made you smile, and that you are enjoying this glorious weather.
Reality Revisited: Am I A Carer?
It didn’t make sense at first. How could I have been a carer for such a long period without having realised? I think this is the case for many people. Like I said, the changes were minimal at first, and you really don’t mind because you’d do anything for your family.
I’m So Anxious, I Can’t Wait!
The biggest growth comes from being outside of your comfort zone. It’s really scary to put yourself out there, but think of all the things that could go right. If anxiety gives us the power to convince ourselves that something bad might happen, why not use it to our strength and convince ourselves there’s something to be excited about?
#17 Thursday Thoughts: Would You Like To Share a Funny Memory of Your Loved One?
Funny memories are vital in reminding us that our people were real individuals who are vital cornerstones of our lives.
Rock and Roller-Skating
Resilience and roller-skating go hand in hand. You slip up and fall on your butt, with your hands slapping the concrete besides you. You look up, praying no one saw, and a little voice says in the back of your head “This is the important bit, go on, get back up.”