I sat in the white Audi TT, the black leather sport seat curved at the sides and dug into my hips. The engine sounded like a growl as my husband and I just sat in silence outside the old building we were about to go into. I turned to look at Ross, new lines had … Continue reading Good Grief; Six Months.
I lost my voice. Not literally, speaking. I mean, my words. My written words. I was feeling my way through the grief process after losing Dad and then out of nowhere I fell into a dark well. There was no ladder to climb out of either, I just felt trapped and helpless. But lacked motivation … Continue reading Unimaginable Sorrow
At the beginning, when this blog started, I had so much to say. In fact, within 50 days I had written over 25,000 words and they were still coming thick and fast. I maintained an online presence and I felt like I was getting through this grief from losing my dad. Then…something changed. I feel … Continue reading In the Deep Dark Wood: Grief and Depression
Sometimes grief is maddening. It comes on so strong like a gigantic wave of pain and suffering that it become physically difficult to move. Literally. Today was one of those days. In the words of Ed Sheeran, “There’s a tear every time that I blink”. (Supermarket Flowers) I came across some pictures and found one … Continue reading There’s a tear every time that I Blink
Grounding: Day Thirty I did it. For thirty days, I’ve stood barefoot in my back garden for two minutes. And here are my findings: Ongoing: - My anxiety is massively reduced - I am more patient with the children - My head is clearer, I’m able to focus on tasks instead of getting distracted - … Continue reading Grounding: Day Thirty
Last night I dreamt I was camping with my family. My whole family. As in, my dad was there too. We were in a group talking when I suddenly seemed to become more aware and turned to my left and said “Dad! You’re not supposed to be here! You died!” And he smiled, placed his … Continue reading Grounding: Day Twenty Nine
I walked in the rain today. It was the type of rain that looks like pitiful specks of droplets floating down from the sky or like a gentle mist perhaps. Yet when you’re actually out in it, your glasses fog up, your hair goes frizzy and your pumps are soaking wet. Well, that’s how it … Continue reading Sometimes I feel like I’m living in the Truman Show.