All the plays and displays of light I see I see in a day.
‘Gently, My Mother’ is a small poem I wrote on a sunny Friday which made me miss my own quite terribly.
So grateful to have been able to breathe easily. Hope this gives you some peace, as well.
I know it feels like the end dates keep changing, but take a rest, close your eyes, inhale, exhale. Pick yourself up and we can carry on together.
We have a few spare spots for our page As Told By You fro February and early March. We want to hear what you have to say; grief can feel so isolating, but it does not have to be at all.
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.
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”
‘We live through others even after our death.” Thank you to Mathew for a beautifully simple submission. I absolutely love it. If you would like to write…… Read more “As Told By Mathew”