Mum would love these rainbows.
I drew upon all my knowledge of the winds, sky, temperature, soil, watering schedule, seasonal changes, and I could not think of what could be causing her sorrows.
I would like a conversation, where we talk about life and living and what it all means. Maybe after, my brain will turn into liquid and drip into dreams.
I felt emotionally exhausted and wanted the opportunity to transfer this emotional struggle into a physical challenge that I could overcome, learn and develop from.
Whether we mean it or not, productivity is charged with a complex definition; what you produce has to be something we can measure against society’s standards, and it has to be useful.
If it hasn’t been so great so far, perhaps your highlight is yet to come.
Motivation feels like a flying bird: in your eye line for a second, and then gone forever more.
I wish he was here. Such is the nature of grief.
We hope that you have enjoyed reading The Grief Reality in April. It is a joy to have somewhere to talk so openly about grief, mental health and general ramblings.
After all, I was widowed now! Wasn’t I supposed to be sad all the time?