#grief

It was almost a year ago, to early to see the sun rise. The morning my whole world was flipped upside down and I hadn't even realized it yet. I received a text that wasn't a surprise. My dad was in the hospital, another bowel blockage. He got them at least twice a year. A…

Death is but a flash Briefly lighting the sky One day you're here The next, saying goodbye Although the earth you left Your spirit soars on Reminding us each day That you're not really gone Flashes of lightning Thunder rumbling above Rain crying from the heavens Soaking us with your love Thanks f...

I am a typical woman. I feel like, I am every goddamn woman in this world. It feels as if I only have two modes right now. I am either fighting for kindness and basic human decency or I am licking my wounds, mourning the parts of life that were not mentioned out loud. The…

I’ve learned that grief has a funny way about it.  Just when you think you’re over the hump, it returns, stronger and fiercer than before.  It ebbs and flows.  Waxes and wanes.  It is peaks and valleys.  My life is split into two halves: before my divorce, and after it.  Before my divorce, I was&...

Day off from my job , doctors for my girl she’s struggling and my gp is brilliant . He sees her two weekly atm until he can work out if this is anxiety caused by grief or whether we have other issues, I suspect both and have done before any deaths. Ive 10 orders to…

I recently wrote about grief, and the last few months have slowly brought me to a life of extreme anxiety and depression. I spent months, up all night after work wondering if I was going to die out of no where, what I would do if I lost someone else, and basically swimming in my…

"I Can't Breathe" by Bea Miller Somebody get me a hammer Wanna break all the clocks and the mirrors And go back to a time that was different A time when I Didn't feel like there was something missing Now my body and mind are so distant Don't know how to escape from this prison…

There have been multiple instances of my breath catching when I think of tomorrow and that there will be one birthday wish that I won’t get. I don’t want to birthday without that one wish. He may not have texted me or sent me FB messages or flat out wished me a happy birthday on…

I screamed at you today. Hit my steering wheel a lot. Demanded that you explain to me why you decided to die. The uncontrollable, unexplainable rage hit. And my shoulders are still tight from it. And now I’m in a fog like state mixed with this sense of spiraling out of control. Why oh why…