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.
We are truly exhausted physically, but mentally, we are stronger and happier than ever.
The sun is still in the sky and shining above you. Thank you for coming on this journey with me.
Just two girls trying to pack up their home, waiting for their lives to start... But doing it with a smile every step of the way!
And here we are, with a whole life in plastic bags.
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.
I thought I’d never be able to endure this loss. But I suffered my biggest fear over the last 10 months and I’m still surviving it now. More than that, I finally feel as though I am in a position to start living again and putting myself back together.