Father’s Day Without a Father
For me, this day is typically a reminder of everything I didn’t get to have.
Topic: grief
For me, this day is typically a reminder of everything I didn’t get to have.
I saw the signs, I knew I was neck-deep in depression. There was no denying it.
Loss has been such a persistent experience this year that I have stopped fighting it and stopped asking it questions.
While we can’t predict or guarantee any outcomes, we need you to know something...
I had never viewed my mother as an “addict.”
I was scared to be hopeful because that’s exactly when things would come crashing back down.
I’ve heard of it before, this phenomenon where the ones who survive the unthinkable wrestle with immense guilt for the very act of surviving, to a point where they find it difficult to celebrate being alive.
This trauma will be long-lasting. Our mental health will forever be colored by the impact of this pandemic.
Right now, as the circumstances of life feel uncertain, as the metaphorical darkness seems to be growing, I find myself clinging to the firm reality of the sunrise.
Suppressing pain is an easy way to manage the agony in the moment, but the pain doesn't truly go away until it’s addressed.
We can’t control how or when grief comes, but we can control how we choose to respond.
Love can come from so many places.
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