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Sticks and stones may break my bones, words bruise my soul
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words alone do no harm. Scratch that, words alone can cause a great deal of harm, especially to someone that is grieving and vulnerable. I do not say this is somebody whose words have been free of harm. I am just as guilty as anyone else. I… Continue reading
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Navigating Grief: The Invisible Exhaustion
Grief is incredibly exhausting. There is the exhaustion from battling against a “new reality” that is incomprehensible. An apparent “truth” that your loved one is no longer here, that feels like the biggest lie, the worst joke ever told, the cruelest prank ever played. And that your mind and body constantly battle against, subconsciously. At… Continue reading
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Held by kindness
My brother’s birthday has always been the first in the calendar year for my family. Which meant that last year, we were struck with the disorder and confusion of marking a birthday without the celebrant a mere three months after our sudden, heavy loss. As we approach the second birthday without its special celebrant, I’ve… Continue reading