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.
"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
"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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'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 firstname.lastname@example.org All our love to you and yours … Continue reading As Told By Mathew
When I miss Mummy, there is a gentle simplicity in my suffering. In a way, it is complete, it is a cycle that has been fulfilled, and it is a constant feeling I will carry with me. In the beginning my pain was raw, now it is growing with me. Quarantine has been a new … Continue reading The Difference of Missing Someone Who Can Come Back
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.
Why do we have this self-imposed idea that throughout our lives we are meant to maintain a perfect, crisp version of ourselves? Like untouched snow, or fresh school shoes that we don't want to scratch.