You’re not crazy. People out there will tell you you are. They will say you are doing grief wrong. They will say you should get over it or at least don’t talk about it. We are here to say you are normal and it is okay to not be okay.
Happiness is not experiences. It is Presence
When you strap weight onto someone else, suddenly they get it. Their knees buckle, cannot breathe, cannot climb the stairs. Ten minutes in and they are begging to take it off. I wonder what would happen if we could do this with grief.
I don’t believe suicide is as preventable as we’ve been told. If intervention is possible, it should never fall on the person who is struggling the most. What makes this more complex and heartbreaking: There are no reliable signs.
In my darkest hour, I needed anchors but found only mirages. Those I trusted became empty riverbeds—dry when I needed them to flow. One glimpse…
Holding in my love for my son or my sorrow for losses would suffocate me. Instead, I choose to speak, to let my grief breathe, even as I wrestle with God over the why of it all.
Bonus: Grief from losing a child never stops. Healing from this might be like healing from a double amputation. Life becomes much more difficult and…
When dealing with a life-altering grief, we often have difficulties worshiping God. Questions flood our mind and give rise to doubt, and now something stands in the way.
Grief is lonely, unique, tiring, not fair, and no time limit. Grieving the loss of a child isolates because so many people do not understand what it is like and do not know how to relate to the person they used to know.
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