A Complicated Death Begot Complicated Grief
I didn’t want to leave Liza behind, but I desperately wanted to be happy again. The old me was gone, though.
Topic: grief
I didn’t want to leave Liza behind, but I desperately wanted to be happy again. The old me was gone, though.
Although pain convinces us we are dying, when you confront it by feeling rather than avoiding it, you realize it is just a feeling that’s visiting.
I lost my son to suicide. Then, I lost the necklace I got to remember him.
Hope is powerful and necessary but sometimes that’s not how the story ends. Sometimes, your sister dies and you just have to keep living without her.
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We’re taught and encouraged to feel and honor a single emotion when the holiday season is upon us.
You’re allowed to love the family you have while still facing pain, anger, and even guilt over how they became your family.
Mothers across the world are carrying the weight of their loss strapped to their back as they trek through their lives, and we may never even know it.
In the inevitable moments of pain and darkness, try to remember that you are someone’s Patrick to their Aundre...
I want to be angry at a disease, a car accident, something.
The events of September 11th sparked grief, a sudden loss of innocence, and unprecedented collective emotional trauma.
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