I love learning new things, I love finding out about people and their stories. Through talking to people and through truly listening you can learn so much. Sometimes we learn appropriate ways to talk about something or to describe things. People sometimes throw around the term political correctness gone mad but mostly its just good … More Education is a life long process.
I have been blessed to have a fabulous family and community around me throughout this time. I have been helped and supported by so many friends both old and new. There is no way I could have coped with everything without them, but no matter how much they love you and want to help, there … More Find your tribe.
Grief is mixed up and very complicated, it doesn’t have a defined end only a defined start. It comes and goes in its intensity like waves on the shoreline. Some days I laugh and joke and anyone looking at me would never know the heartbreak that lays just under the surface. Other days I cry … More Sometimes I forget…..
I have written about society not dealing well with grief before, as have other people who have been bereaved. The problem is that society in our culture still cannot cope with grief bar some tears in the first week or so after the death. Even then for some people its hard to handle- my dad, … More Hide your grief please.
This post, like all my posts, is my opinion and how I feel. Since D’s suicide I have made it my mission to talk about mental health and suicide and try to chip away at the stigma. It is also deeply important to me to try and prevent anyone else from making that choice. Suicide … More Why I am voting yes.
On Thursday it was 3 years since D took his life, we didn’t want to be home so we went away for 5 days. Being in another country helped on the day, we relaxed and shopped and Mr 11 swam in the pool and I thought – take that grief! I’ve got you! But grief … More 3 years
This week it will be 3 years. It feels almost unbelievable that it has been that long, part of me is impressed that we have survived and another part is desperately sad that we have had to. I chose to commemorate the date, I acknowledge that I couldn’t deal with my normal life that day … More Anniversaries