Losing our mum aged me in so many ways, which I have mentioned a lot in blog posts before. Mum would always call me a "party girl" which used to make me cringe, but I quite liked the colourful description. I liked that people thought I was colourful and energetic.
Thank you for being here. Thank you to the silent readers who don't comment. Thank you to the readers who do comment. Thank you to the people who come from our social media. Thank you to the people who stumble across our blog and never come back. Thank you to the people who keep coming back. Thank you for being here with me as I grow and navigate this world without my Mum.
~ I hope I can bring you a small moment of peace as well ~
A video I spent way too long working on.
Welcome to the first ever post we ever shared on @bereavedsingledad 's lovely blog. This post was written at the beginning of quarantine. This post in collaboration with our friend, Gary, was the beginning of something quite lovely, we think 🙂 Check out his first ever post on our blog! We hope you enjoy our post. Please … Continue reading Grieving During Quarantine
This is our post that we wrote for @bereavedsingledad . We love working with him, and hope you enjoy our post on Quarantine and Mental Health. Have a lovely day! Our current Quarantine Routine, looks a bit like this: – Katie wakes up and makes us both a coffee and works out – We read, … Continue reading Quarantine and Mental Health
The first sip of coffee holds within it a sense of expectation. It is tired, bleary eyed and grumpy, yet still expectant of the day ahead.
I would say I'm a very resilient person. Katie often says that nothing phases me, and my Mum would often say I take everything in my stride. I often say that as long as I have a good playlist going, I can do anything I need to or want to. Quarantine lately had been getting the best of me.
With this segment, I want to focus on how we can maintain our health and wellbeing. At the point of writing this, we are allowed one hour out of the house for exercise a day.
It makes me feel bad that my family have had to look after me so much. I hate being a burden, boring and a frustration. I hate that they had to wake up in the night to help me with medicines or when I was throwing up.
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.
