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Grief Depression: What to Do When the Color is Gone

When the Color is Gone

Multiple losses: How to Cope with Loss & Change

Sudden Loss: 5 Ways it Differs from Expected Loss

There’s never a good time or good way to lose someone we love, but if we experience the sudden loss of a loved one…is it harder?

 
I shy away from this type of debate in the groups th

5 Things NOT to Say to Someone Who is Grieving

Only 5 you may be thinking?

Sad vs. Suicidal: “Normal” vs. Complicated Grief

Burn The Cloak Of Shame

Recently a friend invited me over to share a glass of wine and catch up on life.   We had returned to her home after enjoying lunch at a local cafe feasting on southern style meat and 3 and our sweet tea all while sitting outside breathing in the sweet Tennessee air.  I am not sure we stopped talking from the moment we saw one another.  It was one of the most

LEAVE ME ALONE: Valuing Silence In Grief

Grief can be a solitary experience.  As much as we try, we cannot make others see life through the same lens.  Even when two people share the same experience, each will recount it in a different way.
 
When my daughter died, what I needed most wasn't for someone to make me feel better.  Hannah was dead and nothing could change that.

A New Day

Spring awakens with the dawn of a new day. A new day that I get up and try to feel for my existence. It doesn't come. I'm here but I am not. Twenty eight months. I've come a long way but yet not so far. My needs are small in comparison but simplistically impossible. I want to see your beautiful face. Your twinkling eyes. Your quirky smile.

The Season Has Ended (The Dream)

The season has ended. Blossoms of purples and whites fill my sight. I pass through the fields of heather and look beyond the sea. A peacefulness settles in the misty dew surrounding my body and filling my senses. I am with someone. A beautiful feeling of pure and abundant love emanates sparkles of light that reach deep within my soul. It is my son. He reaches for my hand and helps me up.

The Blank Pages

The Blank Pages

 

 

The reality sets in as you stare out a frosted window pane. Drifting snow up to the roofs of the cars in the parking lot. It's December 2014 and all you can think of this night is suicide.

 

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