We hope that you have enjoyed reading The Grief Reality in April. It is a joy to have somewhere to talk so openly about grief, mental health and general ramblings.
After all, I was widowed now! Wasn’t I supposed to be sad all the time?
All the plays and displays of light I see I see in a day.
Hello lovely people! We still have spots available for the rest of April and May!
We cannot wait to read your submissions!
‘Gently, My Mother’ is a small poem I wrote on a sunny Friday which made me miss my own quite terribly.
We want to hold this space for you.
So grateful to have been able to breathe easily. Hope this gives you some peace, as well.
Grief is not a one-size-fits-all experience. If you are grieving, be gentle with yourself. Know that everyone copes differently. And when you do fall apart, know it is normal. Make room for it.
Promote growth wherever you can.
My name is Evee. Not Evie or Eve, and in fact I dislike both of those names quite strongly.