I think the thing with grief is that I always want to know the 'why' or the 'what'; Why did I break down after a perfectly nice weekend? What was the trigger? On Sunday night, I went to bed and woke up 23 again, in 2018. I woke up with all of the fresh pain and the memories of my mum passing away. I felt frantic and only wanted to speak to the people who were around me then.
I have been asked by OurWomensWrites to write about reading and grief. It was a joy to write about one of my biggest passions, and I hope I'll continue to do so for TheGriefReality! This is the post I wrote, but please visit OurWomensWrites to show your support for their blog 🙂 ~ As a … Continue reading Reading Through Grief
When I miss Mummy, there is a gentle simplicity in my suffering. In a way, it is complete, it is a cycle that has been fulfilled, and it is a constant feeling I will carry with me. In the beginning my pain was raw, now it is growing with me. Quarantine has been a new … Continue reading The Difference of Missing Someone Who Can Come Back
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