Grief. Grief is one thing which I constantly mull over, and tussel with. She grabs me by the legs some times and leaves me winded in the dust. Other times Grief gently runs her hand over my forehead, crooning soothing tones to my broken heart. Grief. With grief comes so many things no one tells … Continue reading The Heart of Everything
This is our post that we wrote for @bereavedsingledad . We love working with him, and hope you enjoy our post on Quarantine and Mental Health. Have a lovely day! Our current Quarantine Routine, looks a bit like this: – Katie wakes up and makes us both a coffee and works out – We read, … Continue reading Quarantine and Mental Health
Head over to our Facebook and Instagram to listen to our very first conversation about grief
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.
Crying is a natural response to the world. Yet, here we are insisting it takes place behind closed doors, and it is something we should be embarrassed about.
I would say I'm a very resilient person. Katie often says that nothing phases me, and my Mum would often say I take everything in my stride. I often say that as long as I have a good playlist going, I can do anything I need to or want to. Quarantine lately had been getting the best of me.
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Katie and I will stand side by side and talk about the creation of The Grief Reality. We will talk about how alienating grief was, but the love we felt from this community. We are indebted to the WordPress community for the life it brought back to us.
The snowflakes fell thick and fast, and I don’t even know how to handle myself. I had never seen snow like it. The flakes looked dark against the white sky.
We need to see our whole complete teen, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty something selves and we need to love each and every version of us.