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.
"When someone you love dies ,it changes you forever .It is not something "you get over". The loss now becomes a part of who you are " My relationship with grief and loss started when death first visited in my life at the age of eleven and took my older brother ( twenty one yrs … Continue reading As Told By Deepika
Our Grief Café is now up there with one of those things I can't believe we have done. Something that spread from the blog Katie and I started months ago, just so that we could find a place to vent. Since we started our blog, it has started to walk, run and now jumps hurdles … Continue reading The Grief Café, 30th August 2020
Submissions for our As Told By You page are still more than welcome! We love receiving them! Feel free to read other submissions for inspiration. You can remain anonymous or leave your name! Write about anything you want; about mental health, grief, life lessons, life choices, poetry, photographs etc.
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
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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
"Bless you Beloved, for I know what you mean. It’s like you have had a puncture and had to pull into a single car pull in parking area on a motorway. No one can really join you and so you are isolated from the crowd, car at a stand still, you can no longer relate … Continue reading As Told By Over Soil, in response to Anonymous #2
One of my favourite memories of Mum, is when she would come back from a food shop, or a bakery with a brown paper bag, and a big smile. Even if we had argued, she would still bring me some sort of baked good. Chocolate eclairs, cinnamon buns, sausage rolls. My favourite was a Belgian … Continue reading Belgian Bun