Tag: Loss

I See You

I See You

I see you, I see you watching me, When you know I am not ok. I see you, Watching me holding back the tears. I see you, Watching me from the side. I see you, Watching me breathe through the pain. I see you, Watching 

When Grief Isn’t Just Tears

When Grief Isn’t Just Tears

The easiest grief is the tears. They are so simple you can deal with them. You get sad you cry. They make sense. The other feelings that come with grief are the hardest. The feeling of nothingness. Just the raw pain. The pure sadness. The 

Grief

Grief

Some days you get through all day with no tears Some days you wake up in tears Some days you cry a little Some days you cry a lot Some days you understand the tears Some days you have no understanding why you are standing 

Grief Isn’t Just Pain

Grief Isn’t Just Pain

Something I have learnt over the years is that grief isn’t just pain. Grief comes in so many different forms and you never know what it will be or how it will hit. It isn’t just pain and tears. It’s anger. It’s hurt. It’s brain 

Seven and a Half Years

Seven and a Half Years

Next week Rhianna would be seven and a half years old. And I have been feeling it the last couple of days. Not missing her anymore than we all miss her every moment of every single day as that is a given. We always miss 

Weekly Weigh In

Weekly Weigh In

I am a bit late with updating from my weekly weigh in. As it was last Thursday. I am mainly a bit late as I was a little gutted about it to be honest. Last week I lost half a pound, and as everyone told 

Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day

Mother’s day is always a hard one for me. Probably the hardest day of the year. Rhianna’s birthday is hell, but it is all about her. I can cry, scream and be unhappy because it is her day. Christmas day is never fun, but the 

The Month of Flowers

The Month of Flowers

Anyone who has ever read this blog knows what I think about March. It is a really hard month for all of us, and is one where we either sink or swim. And to be honest it really depends on the day, sometimes we sink, 

And March Is…

And March Is…

The month we should miss! I hate March, I hate the idea of February leaving I hate the feeling of March From the beginning to the end We start of waiting Then we remember Then we relive And then we get sad And then we 

Six Weeks Time

Six Weeks Time

Six weeks Only six weeks until you haven’t been here for three years Six weeks until we lost you Six weeks until we held you for the first time Six weeks until we held you for the last time I should be running around trying