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There are times when grief can be all consuming. It's all that you can think about. It has you at a standstill while everyone and everything else keeps speeding past you.
Don't they understand what just happened?
Then, when you least expect it, someone stops to meet you where you are at.
They don't ignore your pain.
Their simple action of just being with (and not trying to fix) you - it pulls you out of complete loneliness. And when the time comes for them to step away, they've left you holding a small piece of hope.
That's how it starts to spread...
When my oldest son passed away at six months old, my world changed. So many things came into question: who I was, who I wanted to be, where I should go from here, what will happen to my relationships, what will family look for to me... ?
It wasn't until I found friends who understood what I was going through and people who weren't afraid to talk with me about my grief, did I feel like myself again.
Feeling safe to open up about all of my emotions, made way for hope. Hope that overtime I could find healing, laughter and my own beautiful version of joy.
I'm still here, I'm still me, I'm not all sad, I'm just carrying around some serious grief.
If you don't feel like talking about it, I get it and I got you. Find encouragement and read at your own pace.
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Nothing like hearing about someone else's hard stuff to get your mind off of your own. Or my biggest hope, that you'll identify with something in these pages which will help you through yours.