What they didn’t know was that I was slowly losing it. My grades were the only thing I could even begin to control. I believed the only thing I could truly count on was that in March 2019 I would be at university. The hardest thing I had to do was leave my mum curled up on the sofa to revise for my exams. Repeatedly I beat myself up for being so selfish, but I promised myself that I would have all of summer to be with my Mum.
I decided I enjoyed being bad at yoga. Of course, I was bad at yoga. I’m a clumsy girl. Yoga is reserved for a different type of elegance, one I can’t even begin to harbour.
Now is the season, the time of the year towards the end of January and the beginning of February, that I get catapulted from a time of bith celebrations, into the furnace of grief – to go back through the smithing process again, for refinement.
We have a few spare spots for our page As Told By You fro February and early March. We want to hear what you have to say; grief can feel so isolating, but it does not have to be at all.
We are getting creative, and actually, one Saturday we all got dressed up, had a 3 course meal and went to the theatre! Evee and I cannot take credit for this, the idea was all our Uncle’s.