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1974.

Dirt bike. Sunshine. Camping.

I’m 2. He’s 32.

He’s squinting from the sun. I have a cheesy grin on my face. And oh dear god he’s wearing open-toed sandals on a motorcycle. 73 more words

Grief

I wish people wouldn't use the saying "it can only get better" or "it can't get any worse" because it usually can.

Yesterday in therapy I was once again told that things could only get better.

I really wish people would stop saying things like that because it seems to act as a challenge to the universe. 440 more words

Agoraphobia

Journaling - A Great Way to Learn About Oneself

Today is a great day to write. It is cold and there is still a lot of snow on the ground. I have gone back to keeping a journal after taking a bit of a break. 505 more words

Mental Health Topics

It's been a while...

Hi guys.

This week we put Grandad to rest.

The service was really nice, he wasn’t religious at all and someone he knew from his days with the brass band does a humanist funeral service so it meant it was nice and personal. 264 more words

Agoraphobia

Grief Journal Entry - Feb 14th

As I attempt to look back on my lifetime of experiences with my Grandad, I am plagued by my terrible memory. I can’t pinpoint a favourite day, I don’t have one clear “best memory”. 87 more words

Adult Mental Health

{Grief} Journals

“Hey La, I need you to do something for me.”

Anything Dad.

“I need you to pick out a cemetery for me. But it needs to be a place you will want to come visit.” 46 more words

Grief

Dreaming of You

Since my last blog post, we have survived  the holidays, and are now fast approaching what would be Tanner’s 7th birthday. Though this time of year has become easier to navigate as time goes on, my subconscious mind is all too aware that these milestones will always serve as obstacles to overcome. 1,005 more words