So, 15 months ago I was stripped of everything that I thought made me, me. And what came after a deep long look and sorting through those jagged pieces, was less noise. A silence. A phase of purification. Nearly every aspect of my life, to an extent, has been stripped. So, who is Katie now?
Category: Katie
A Flat Full of Daisies
This is Daisy. She came from a nearby farm. I loved her before I met her and chose her name before Mum found the advert for her.
I Don’t Fit Into That Box Anymore
You aren't your grief. You aren't what happens to you in this life, you are how you deal it. You won't always feel so small.
Life After Death?
Yes, and I am finally living it.
“You look taller”
It's been a slow transition but I wish I could tell my counsellor that I finally stepped down from that tightrope where I couldn’t put a foot wrong. I wish I could tell her that actually “Katie does make mistakes” but I can handle them – it’s okay.
The Luxury of Self
Mum would love these rainbows.
One Day at a Time
Remember how Mum would always say to break things down, and to not look at the bigger picture. The bigger picture is scary, and so is a year. 365 days seems inconceivable right now, but you can manage one day at a time. Stay in bed if you have to. You don't have to leave the house, you just have to get through another day.
