After Loss
Birthdays, Anniversary's, Holidays
Where does one go from here? We have all of these dates and holidays bulldozing down on us and we are running scared. How much more pain can we be expected to take? Our days are already filled with so much pain we wonder how we can still be standing, talking, walking etc. Now comes the first anniversary, second, third, fourth of our loss. Ahead or behind comes the firsts for birthdays, holidays. By all the Gods, what can we do?
One Essential Secret to Surviving Loss of Your Child
I’m playing catch up as I took last week off to travel to beautiful Sedona, Arizona with my mom and daughter, for the first Ellie’s Way Getaway. It was an amazing week filled with adventure and discovery.
During our time together in Arizona, we were able to meet those online friends that have become family, those who have helped us and encouraged us through our grief. The ones we can be authentic with and share our deepest pain. It was magical.
I Don't Like This New Life
When loss strikes, our lives are forever altered. We don't like this new life. Someone we love is missing.
FROM THE GRIEVING HEART:
I don’t like this new life. I want a life with you back in it. I miss talking to you. I want to hear your voice — not a voicemail, but your real voice. I want you here, now.
So Why Do I Write About My Grief?
So, why do I write about my grief?
Why do people say such things?
We're hurting. The last thing we need is to be evaluated. Unkind and unhelpful words end up only adding to our burdens.
Recovering from Grief After a Suicide
It's one thing to lose your loved one, but losing them to suicide can be an entirely different story.
I Miss Everything
We miss everything. This hurts. We wonder how long this will last.
From the Grieving Heart:
I'm Getting Tired of Faking It
In times of loss, sadness can easily deepen into depression. It feels like we've fallen into a pit, and sometimes the pit can grow very dark indeed.
Nothing Seems to Matter Anymore
Grief is draining. Exhausting. No wonder there are times when nothing seems to matter much anymore.