I remember getting excited that 27 people had viewed our words. Those 27 people will never know the inspiration that they invoked on me, as I leapt forward, encouraged to share my story, coping mechanisms and love for mum on my journey with grief.
In an anxious mental health slip, I decided the best thing I could do was strip my day back to bare minimum.
That’s one of the most difficult things about losing my mum, I just want to tell her how difficult life is without her in it.
Resilience and roller-skating go hand in hand. You slip up and fall on your butt, with your hands slapping the concrete besides you. You look up, praying no one saw, and a little voice says in the back of your head “This is the important bit, go on, get back up.”
In case you missed anything from May…
Most of all, I don’t want to be the odd one out among a new group of friends. So, I avoid the conversation and protect them, myself, my mum, and my grief.
We are one third of the way through 2021. Look at how far you have come, and smile. We are so proud of you.
Grief sucks but to come out the other side intact, one must go through and accept the process with the courage of a warrior.
I wondered if it would be okay, me living alone. Waking up, cooking, watching TV. I was afraid I would be like that man from Up.
Grief is not a one-size-fits-all experience. If you are grieving, be gentle with yourself. Know that everyone copes differently. And when you do fall apart, know it is normal. Make room for it.