It’s been a slow transition but I wish I could tell my counsellor that I finally stepped down from that tightrope where I couldn’t put a foot wrong. I wish I could tell her that actually “Katie does make mistakes” but I can handle them – it’s okay.
Did it increase, decrease or stay the same after the first few months? Did people treat you differently?
Your experience is valid, and I’m looking forward to hearing your story below.
Mum would love these rainbows.
Is it to hug you when you cry? To bring your person up in conversation? Or is it someone bringing you food or practically offering help to you that helps you?
But this is my world. Those were the cards I had been dealt. I have been living without my Mum for 14 months now. I have been doing okay.
Who do you trust to listen to you and your loss?
I think part of my university experience has been trying to find that for myself. To have a moment of deep pride in my accomplishments.
Everyone knows grief exists, but they would prefer it to exist at the edge of society, between the people who experience it.
On the surface, this new life is wonderful and it suits you so well; you feel like you are meant to be here.
What excites you the most?