Usually grief is a concept pushed to the edges of Christmas along with dried out Christmas tree needles and discarded wrapping paper. I had heard of A Boy Named Christmas through flashes on screens in adverts. I thought “boy and mouse; what could go wrong?” Immediately, my heart sank as I discovered the children had lost their mother.
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Something to Brighten Your Sunday #5
For our 5th Something To Brighten Your Sunday, I hope you enjoy these photos of some very regal birds!
As Told By Bridget
I remember it was on 28th March 2019,I arrived at my home at 5.30pm after work. I sat to rest a while before starting my house chores.…… Read more “As Told By Bridget”
As Told By Anonymous #3
That is being human. Never run from your family, but strengthen your bond with them and get through everything together. Whatever your situation, your family is there for you.
As Told By Deepika
“When someone you love dies ,it changes you forever .It is not something “you get over”. The loss now becomes a part of who you are “…… Read more “As Told By Deepika”
Any Submissions?
Submissions for our As Told By You page are still more than welcome! We love receiving them! Feel free to read other submissions for inspiration.
You can remain anonymous or leave your name! Write about anything you want; about mental health, grief, life lessons, life choices, poetry, photographs etc.
Taking a Step Back
What does it mean to take a step back? We all know that mental health slowly gets better, and I think we imagine it as a steady…… Read more “Taking a Step Back”
As Told By David
“I believe that helping others towards a happier life is the best way to cope with grief and the other tough hands that we are dealt.” Thank…… Read more “As Told By David”
As Told By Mathew
‘We live through others even after our death.” Thank you to Mathew for a beautifully simple submission. I absolutely love it. If you would like to write…… Read more “As Told By Mathew”
A Memory I Wish I Had
The thought of coming home to you is tantalisingly strong. I would come home in my grey blazer, soaked to the bone from cold autumnal rain. I’d…… Read more “A Memory I Wish I Had”