Grief, Identity and Loss

 When Mum passed away my identity was stripped back to the bare minimum. I dropped all my hobbies and was uninterested in everything. Grief dictated my life. It was a downward spiral of pain, and the very essence of mum singed and burnt my soul with that deep sense of loss. 
Now, grief is a part of my identity, but it has changed from pain to my role as a daughter. Grief is a friend who I lay in bed with speaking about Mum with tears in my eyes and laughter on my lips. Grief is a form of community, a bridge between my broken heart and the outside world. 
My identity has changed from a stripped-down vulnerable heart to the daughter mum wanted me to be 🤍❤️‍🩹🤍
My identity now consists of new hobbies, old hobbies, experiences, memories of mum and memories with new people. My identity has grown, but not in a way that makes me feel afraid. It has grown in a way that brings me closer to mum every day 🤍

Evee x

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6 thoughts on “Grief, Identity and Loss

  1. Your diagrams are spot-on. Tears are often companion to laughter (& vice versa) reflecting on my son’s antics in various situations. His sense of humor still blesses me, will till I too pass. “Nonlinear” says so much – grief has gifted me with increased awareness of both my son gone and others surrounding me, very much alive.

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