Words for the Journey
Discover a sanctuary of perspectives, tools, and shared experiences written for people living with grief.
Is our request for release reasonable?
Whilst on a steady decline emotionally and physically as the 16th week mark approached yesterday; having spent the entire night crying to the point where I was unable to apply make-up this morning to come to work (eyes nearly swollen shut).
Grieving - Writing As A Healing Tool
Thoughts come and go. Grieving the death of a loved one is a journey home to self. Often in life we are too busy living to really experience life and embrace our emotions in any given moment. When someone close to us dies then living and experiencing our feelings is literally "in our face".
Courtney's Poem
I miss Courtney so much. I feel lost. A part of me left when she did. I miss giving her sweet sugars and hugs. She had a smile for everyone.
Marking Grief
It was about seven years ago when singer and song writer Eric Clapton announced he would no longer sing "Tears in Heaven." I was driving the family van with the radio on and couldn't believe the rationale given for Clapton's decision. What did he mean? How could he convey that he was over the death of his young son? What kind of grief was that? What was he telling the world -- loss could be "gotten over?"
A Higher State of Being
At the stroke of death, most of those left behind become different, changed. We see everything different, think different, feel different, react different. I don't know if it is a permanent change or only lasts through the deepest of the grief. I don't know if it is a tool that occurs to protect us, teach us, make us more aware, all of these things. We do become more aware though.
Gone way to Soon
It seems as if we hear if more often, it's average is increasing with so much work to do. There has to be a way, we must get attention on the others that suffer from depression, mental illness or ptsd. It is increasing as quick as the second hand moves on a clock.
Searching for Thoughts
The thoughts and visions are present, more now than ever. I wondered why the mind decided not to think or remember them. Now I fully understand, it must be a protector because as sure as I start Thinking...tears are present. Life just isn't the same. I often wonder if you had these feelings. But as time passes it still hurts and I find few that truly understand.
Power Grieving
Grief is something everyone will encounter in his or her life. There is no singular way to get through it. In fact, grief is never the same twice, even for the same person. Depending on when, how, and with whom is involved; grief can vary greatly with each occurrence.
What Would I Give
What would I give to feel your strengthTo feel your hands holding minethe safety and comfort of your armsI'm so scared and you could comfort meI'm so lost and you could find meI'm in such pain and you could heal meWhat would I give to hear your voicethe music and tenor of your beautiful soundso soothing and much more wise than I
Can You Read the Signs
To love deeply, we become more and less then who we were. Where once we were one, we become part of someone else. We become mom, dad, sister, brother, lover. When that love is taken from us, we lose ourselves. We lose who we think we are. That loss is devastating. We become mired in wondering who we are for we think we have become nothing.