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. Just then my phone rang and it was my dad. Immediately I thought he's calling to know how my family is, but after greetings he informed me that … Continue reading 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 upward trajectory. The fact of life is that nothing in this world is ever a steady trajectory upwards. Mental health is like meandering threads which make up a … Continue reading 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 you so much to David for getting in touch with this lovely submission. It is lovely to have him speak on our blog. If you would like to … Continue reading 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 a submission for As Told By You, feel free to comment, dm us on our social media (@thegriefreality), or email us at email@example.com All our love to you and yours … Continue reading As Told By Mathew
The thought of coming home to you is tantalisingly strong. I would come home in my grey blazer, soaked to the bone from cold autumnal rain. I'd be grumpy. I'd see your head with your glasses perched on the end of your nose, your mind far away between the comfortable pages of your book. I'd … Continue reading A Memory I Wish I Had
The very first photo is my lovely mum in a blue ballgown, taken on the 14th of September, 2013. I would have been 13. The royal blue of Mum's dress brightens and flaunts her clear blue eyes. A faint, hesitant smile has only aged 7 years with fondness and love. Her hair is short, and slightly messy. I love it, but I can imagine mum brushing her fingers through it only moments beforehand.
When you hold your thumb, try and think of a safe and calming space. This could be a place that you imagine, like a beach with the sound of the waves, or it could be a memory where you remember feel particularly calm. For me it is lying back on the trampoline, feeling warm by the evening sun, at about 12 years old.