Quarantine has shut us into our homes whether we like it or not. Some of us, no doubt, are feeling claustrophobic, out of control, and slowly going crazy. I have a lot of advice to give on how to make rooms more enjoyable for you!
I understand that a post may not do a lot, but I hope it can help someone, somewhere feel less alone. I have started to write 'Quarantine Tips' which are posts that will focus on trying to make the best of a bad situation and how we can help our mental health during this time. They will be out on Fridays.
We would love to know the good, bad and the ugly. We feel very small and afraid, but I hope there can be some positivity in the day-to-day. Is everyone keeping up with exercise? Are you in self-quarantine? Do you not care and think this is all a conspiracy?! Personally listening to a lot of … Continue reading What Are Your Personal Thoughts and Feelings About Covid-19?
As a child, December was my favourite month. From the 5th to the 9th, using all of my willpower, I used to save up my advent calendar chocolates. On the morning of the 10th, sleepy eyed, I would sit in between my parents as Mum would give me my birthday presents and I would indulge in the chocolates that I had been saving for my big day.
Today, I chose to take a “Grief Day” – a term I use to coin a day entirely devoted to feeling grief. A day when I turn to myself for the home comforts just as my mum used to on those sick days from school.
But this is my world. Those were the cards I had been dealt. I have been living without my Mum for 14 months now. I have been doing okay.
I don’t feel fear like I used to. I’ve learnt that the only thing that you can actually count on in this life is, in fact, change. I don’t try and run away from it anymore; running away takes up too much energy anyway. It’s easier to face it straight on, embrace it, and jump.
The sun is still in the sky and shining above you. Thank you for coming on this journey with me.
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.
Now I am faced with life after Mum. Life without Mum, with myself, a stranger, who still bases their decisions on what their Mum would do.
