I don’t feel fear like I used to. I’ve learnt that the only thing that you can actually count on in this life is, in fact, change. I don’t try and run away from it anymore; running away takes up too much energy anyway. It’s easier to face it straight on, embrace it, and jump.
And here we are, with a whole life in plastic bags.
Every time someone asks you what you need, you’re reluctant to share.
Because when you do, they question that decision.
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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. Not Evie or Eve, and in fact I dislike both of those names quite strongly.
We cannot express enough that our blog means the world to us. When we started this page, we just needed an outlet to express our pain and loss. Two years on, we have 4,000 followers across all platforms, and we are completely blown over by it. We cannot thank you enough for all your support.
Thank you for being here. Thank you to the silent readers who don’t comment. Thank you to the readers who do comment. Thank you to the people who come from our social media. Thank you to the people who stumble across our blog and never come back. Thank you to the people who keep coming back. Thank you for being here with me as I grow and navigate this world without my Mum.