Sat at my desk today, the realisation that it's been 18 months didn’t bring my world crushing down around me as the anticipation of the 6 month mark did.
For many of us, we live in hope because those who have lost someone still can’t comprehend it.
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.
Yes, and I am finally living it.
I'm made up for my little sister and best friend. So proud of how she has overcome every challenge thrown at her and still able to find the positive in every situation.
We are truly exhausted physically, but mentally, we are stronger and happier than ever.
I get stuck in my head a lot. I think and think and think, and sometimes the words I want to say just dry up in my mouth, and I keep everything inside. It’s not that I actively choose to not talk about it anymore, I just can’t express myself.