It started grating on me so much, that I felt irrationally angry whenever I had my lamp on and realised that the Feeble Light was still on, doing his best to grace me with his presence. Yet, he was so dim I did not idea he was there.
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.
You aren't your grief. You aren't what happens to you in this life, you are how you deal it. You won't always feel so small.
Mum would love these rainbows.