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 🤍
Some of you who don’t have access to our Instagram have wanted us to share some of the things we post there! Our Instagram has a lot more education-based posts, which I hope you’ll enjoy.