"I believe that helping others towards a happier life is the best way to cope with grief and the other tough hands that we are dealt." Thank you so much to David for getting in touch with this lovely submission. It is lovely to have him speak on our blog. If you would like to … Continue reading As Told By David
The very first photo is my lovely mum in a blue ballgown, taken on the 14th of September, 2013. I would have been 13. The royal blue of Mum's dress brightens and flaunts her clear blue eyes. A faint, hesitant smile has only aged 7 years with fondness and love. Her hair is short, and slightly messy. I love it, but I can imagine mum brushing her fingers through it only moments beforehand.
If we consider emotions as tools to deal with life, we need each and every one of them for a purpose. So, do not suppress it.
I feel as though I am slowly sinking into thick black tar. My clothes feel like lead, pulling me under even more, weighing heavy against my lungs making it difficult to breathe. I don’t have the strength to put out my arm and reach for help. I feel completely overcome with grief for my mum. I feel debilitated.