When I think of a reset, I think of turning the wifi box off, furiously counting under my breath, and then switching it back on, hoping that the wifi will work this time around.
Tag: identity
Reality Revisited: Am I A Carer?
It didn’t make sense at first. How could I have been a carer for such a long period without having realised? I think this is the case for many people. Like I said, the changes were minimal at first, and you really don’t mind because you’d do anything for your family.
I’m Sure You Were Just Having a Bad Day, My Friend.
I don’t wonder why they behaved this way, but I ask myself why I responded. I put this individual’s behaviour down to them having a bad day and I forgive them. Yet I can’t forget the fact that they saw me at my most vulnerable, and strangers must have seen me as weak.
As Told By Lisa Mae #2
Grief sucks but to come out the other side intact, one must go through and accept the process with the courage of a warrior.
My Name Is Evee, What’s Yours?
My name is Evee. Not Evie or Eve, and in fact I dislike both of those names quite strongly.
Conversations With Grief #2
Head over to our Instagram to listen to our second conversation about grief and identity🌻🌻🌻 Instagram – @ thegriefreality Twitter – @ thegriefreality Leave a comment and…… Read more “Conversations With Grief #2”
Guest Post from BereavedSingleDad: Where’s my identity?
What has happened to me? Has grief really changed me as a person?
As Told By Bryan
“I experience grieving, I am not becoming grief.” Thank you to Bryan Wagner for sharing his thoughts on grief! Make sure you check out Bryan’s blog which…… Read more “As Told By Bryan”
Me Without You
So, 15 months ago I was stripped of everything that I thought made me, me. And what came after a deep long look and sorting through those jagged pieces, was less noise. A silence. A phase of purification. Nearly every aspect of my life, to an extent, has been stripped.
So, who is Katie now?
Brand New
Why do we have this self-imposed idea that throughout our lives we are meant to maintain a perfect, crisp version of ourselves? Like untouched snow, or fresh school shoes that we don’t want to scratch.