When life slips down the hill, Katie and I often turn to each other and ask each other the same question: What is the point? With our feet slipping, trying to stop everything from falling, our arms aching and our bodies covered in mud, we scream WHAT IS THE POINT IN TRYING SO HARD?
We cannot express enough that our blog means the world to us. When we started this page, we just needed an outlet to express our pain and loss. Two years on, we have 4,000 followers across all platforms, and we are completely blown over by it. We cannot thank you enough for all your support.
Writing on the blog is deeply personal. I imagine I sit you down, offer you tea, hold your hand and look you in the eyes. Whilst you may read this and throw it away, or never think of it again, I think of it every day. The power of you sitting with me, and giving me space to share my thoughts.
I lay in the sun, and saw a spider. It was a tiny smudge against the blue. Long, desperate webs trailed from its body like a single stitch that bore witness to the little life hurtling through the sky. Rather than fix him in a physical place, this web stitched the spider into my mind. I often come back to him.
I remember it was on 28th March 2019,I arrived at my home at 5.30pm after work. I sat to rest a while before starting my house chores.…… Read more “As Told By Bridget”
That is being human. Never run from your family, but strengthen your bond with them and get through everything together. Whatever your situation, your family is there for you.
“When someone you love dies ,it changes you forever .It is not something “you get over”. The loss now becomes a part of who you are “…… Read more “As Told By Deepika”
What does it mean to take a step back? We all know that mental health slowly gets better, and I think we imagine it as a steady…… Read more “Taking a Step Back”
“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…… Read more “As Told By David”
The thought of coming home to you is tantalisingly strong. I would come home in my grey blazer, soaked to the bone from cold autumnal rain. I’d…… Read more “A Memory I Wish I Had”