#griefjournal

[archivedsmile]

Maybe nostalgia is the only home you get.

[rosyrhodes]

One of the only beings to be there for me at all moments of my being and seeing living in and tolerating all of the loss and isolation and confusion before I slowly found my path after the surgeries is now unable to walk and I am debating feeding him with a water dropper. I'm being told that he's suffering and needs to be put to sleep. Only, I have felt that way before and also believed it whole hearted, because I barely ever sleep and wanted nothing more.....

I still got better, though I was suffering. I still got better. I was even put to sleep wrong through a couple surgeries, I still healed I think. Anesthesia and Euthanization are obviously complicated subjects with me. Also, warning: Dare I say triggering? This is someone that stuck with me ride or die through all my adult life trauma, addiction, destruction and the years of unending loudass music it gave birth to. He's not crying or in agony that I can tell, is it so cruel of me to not want to inject him with any outside adulterants and be here with him for a moment. However long that is?

I feel like I have time and there's no need to play or pay doctor. I've always believed in diving timing and trusting both patterns and numerology, and found my way full faith in it. Most times without memory because of a condition called retrograde amnesia. This video I feel blessed I just found is the most perfect and positive day, with my beloved rescued, turned rescuer "cat down the road" - Working out a riff idea while Panda chills happily behind me, as an old friend Nolan Morrow staying on my couch talks out my drum machine setup and I learn some #spiritscience

I will miss you till our paths meet again,

"Until Valhalla!!"

🐼😻♥️

Panda, My favourite Norwegian forest cat friend, my coincidencentally rescued "cat down the road". Please lend me your strength and cool while I try to navigate this #roadtorecovery

Here's a song off of my first EP made with my first cat Freddie's pur:

Sometime in the future I'll share a song I made for my next pet Kitty Mercury that I called Left Behind. With Freddie Mercury and Panda, there have always been kitties around me when I've been creating, many times getting me to take a break and pet them

Blessed Be everyone, I hope I didn't leave anyone feeling down and please comment or pm about your moments of mental health, or wealth. I will come out of this stronger: I dropped a single Tarot twice yesterday: the Strength card both times. I drew temperance next time I consulted my cards. I'm blessed that this special guy will have taught me alot about both once I get back to feeling better and have some normalcy again. Have an excellent new year with your loved ones. Cherish every moment of it my friends! 🙏♥️🌹🛣️

- @rosyrhodes

😽❤️🎶

[insecurereality]

Mom how I wish I could tell you the news

Don’t worry I’m doing okay

I left home to find my own

I think you’d be happy to know

I’m still writing and singing songs

Mom I wish I could tell you the news

I never knew it could feel this way

I’ve met someone he’s got sweet eyes

He opens doors, pulls out my seat

and don’t make me cry all damn day

He’s not where I’m from but mom

I swear to you for me he is home.

I wish you knew I like him a lot

And I know you would too

It’s crazy I know but we even went and got ourselves matching tattoos

He’s got a smile that makes me forget

All the shit I’ve been through

And I just wish he had been given the chance to meet you

Mom how I wish I could tell you the news

[ithappensblog]

1933

Today would have been my Oma's birthday. She left this world in 2017, and I can't help but feel a bittersweet mix of emotions as I remember the woman who was not just my grandmother but also my best friend. In many ways, her absence has left a void in my life that time has not fully healed. On this special day, I want to celebrate her memory, sharing the profound impact she had on my life and the beautiful ways her spirit lives on.

Oma was not your typical grandmother. She was funny, she was sassy. She was a remarkable woman with a heart of gold. Her wisdom was as vast as the ocean, and her kindness knew no bounds. She had a unique way of making everyone feel cherished and loved, and she touched the lives of so many with her warmth and compassion.

Physically and personality-wise, I see parts of Oma in my daughter. It's as if her legacy lives on through the generations. My daughter's eyebrows and lips mirror Oma's, and her kindness and caring nature reflect the lessons Oma instilled in me. It's both heartwarming and heart-wrenching to witness these similarities, a constant reminder of the incredible woman who shaped my life.

Losing Oma was like losing a piece of myself. In the years following her passing, I often felt adrift, like a ship without a compass. Grief can be a heavy burden to carry, and it took me a long time to come to terms with her absence. Sometimes, even now, I can't help but feel that I'm still not completely over it as the ache of her absence still lingers.

It's hard to believe that so many years have passed since I last heard her voice or held her hand. Time has this peculiar way of moving forward, regardless of how we may wish to cling to the past. Yet, the memories I have of Oma are timeless. I can still hear her laughter, see her smile, and feel her comforting presence when I close my eyes and think of her.

One of the most beautiful ways Oma continues to be a part of my life is through my dreams. I see her in my dreams often, and these moments feel like precious visits from a beloved friend. In those fleeting moments, it's as if she is right there with me, offering guidance and comfort, just like she used to when she was alive.

I talk about Oma all the time, and I make no apologies for it. She was an extraordinary person who deserves to be remembered and celebrated. When I share stories about her, it keeps her memory alive and allows me to honour the incredible impact she had on my life. Through my words, she lives on, touching the hearts of those who never had the privilege of meeting her.

As I reflect on Oma's life on what would have been her 90th birthday, I am filled with gratitude for the time we had together. Though she may no longer be physically present, her spirit continues to guide me in my journey through life. I carry her love, wisdom, and kindness with me every day, and I am determined to pass on her legacy to my daughter and future generations.

Happy birthday, Oma. You are deeply missed. Thank you for the love (both tender and tough), the lessons, and the cherished moments we shared. You are, and always will be, my best friend, my confidante, and my inspiration.

[innermasteryhub]

101 Grief Journal Prompts: How Writing Can Reduce Loss

Grief is a complicated reaction to loss, especially when it involves the death of a person or object with which a link was made. Since it is experienced by people from all backgrounds and cultures, it is an important topic for research in the fields of psychology and health sciences.

According to research, grief can take many different forms, including psychological, physical, and emotional ones.

READ MORE: https://innermasteryhub.com/grief-journal-prompts/

#GriefJournaling #HealingThroughWriting #GriefSupport #JournalPrompts #GriefProcess #MentalHealthAwareness #CopingWithGrief #EmotionalHealing #GriefAndLoss #writingforhealing

[andsheisjustaglitch-blog]

July 5th

It’s always funny how people assume that because I’m young, Alex and I weren’t together long and therefore, it is “easier” for me to “get over” my grief. I am young. So was my husband. That in itself is fucking hard.  There is no way to compare grief because there is never the same grief twice.  But, We were together our ENTIRE adult lives. We started our relationship when I was 19 and he was 21. We were only with each other for nine years. Alex passed at 30, which means that we loved each other for almost a THIRD of his life. That is not easy. “Starting over” is not easy, it’s not even possible.  We were robbed of so much time together, time to love each other, time to experience life together with our daughter. I can only be grateful and be happy for the time that we did have. 

[marian-tini-tiny-blog]

Regaining hope in the world #CHANNELKINDNESS

I really loved reading the inspiring stories in Lady Gaga (and the Born This Way Foundation's) new book, Channel Kindness. A particular favourite to read hit me hard. This year I lost 2 grandparents and my sister. Grief has hit me hard and I have truly struggled to stand strong. I read 'memories can sometimes be the best medicine' in the book, and it helped me realise that sometimes you need to remember and write down your memories in order to help the grief settle. The story follows Kensey and the creation of her grief journals for fellow students. Such a simple concept of helping to remember the good times is one of the best I have heard. My grief is not gone, but I have learned to channel it better now. I know I can Channel Kindness in whatever I am doing and learn to help others through grief too. Thank you @macmillankidsuk

[mjax1]

Reflections: after talking with one of my older brothers I was thinking about Peace. What it means, what it looks like...mostly how it looks so much different than I had wanted it to look like. #artistmama #latenight #clearingmthead #cancerchangeseverything #glioblastoma #peace #reflections #griefart #griefjournal https://www.instagram.com/p/B8NfCNgh2vA/?igshid=6f4gllmgeyem

[somepinkflowers]

{{ #myjournal #griefjournal 🌸 #griefjournaling on days when my #grief drops in unexpectedly 🌟 }} #somepinkflowers 🌸🌸 #sorrow shows up when one least expects it & there you are. ⚡️ 😐⚡️😯😦💫😧🌸 #feelingfortunate tho that #myart gives me peace 🙏🏽 & encourages me to keep moving towards the Celebration of My Life. ✨ #spfcreates2015 #artjournaling #artsaves 🕊 https://www.instagram.com/p/B7oMi8aABwr/?igshid=18bf7h1adgt6d

[griefjournal]

2/10/21

I stopped visiting this page. I know it was meant for me to write my grief, to process it somehow, but like any other journal I’ve kept, it’s simply too sad to keep looking at. It’s a reminder of sadness, a graveyard of sadness if you will. Just now, I reread some of my words and it’s too sad to see how sad I was. But that’s the wake narcissists leave you in, I suppose. They love you, leave you for the same reasons they initially admired about you, and leave you sad and alone questioning your sanity. 

But that’s not why I’m here this time. I’m here for real grief. Real grief over someone actually worth it, over the only man that ever truly loved me. The only man that never would have left me if he didn’t have to. The man that said I was the best thing he ever did. The man that said he would continue to love me until I pass on and perhaps even into infinity. 

I’m here for real grief over real love.

I’m here for my daddy. I lost my daddy. Lost is a strange sentiment isn’t it? Doesn’t being ‘lost’ imply being ‘found’? Does that mean I will find him again? His leaving has made me question all my prior beliefs and now I have to believe I will find him again. I have to because I have to go on. His loss is so incomprehensible in me, trying to understand it is like trying to understand the universe. It’s unfathomable and wholly unreachable. His loss is unreachable, but he is not. He cannot be and I need to believe that to continue on. 

Grief over anything before this seems trivial. But maybe it prepared me for this? 

[lostinthe-past]

Some thoughts I wanted to get out of my head.

It’s strange how trauma makes you feel like you don’t even recognize yourself anymore…😕

Like when I think back on how I dealt with everything, I wonder who was she and how did she do it? Most of it is such a blur to me, it’s insane.

Who is the woman I see staring back at me now every day in the mirror? It’s like I was erased in the whole process and now I have to relearn who I am as a person after losing the only things that taught me who I even was to begin with.

It’s a completely new space where I’m feeling lost and confused and so many more emotions all at once. It is very overwhelming.

I know I have people I can talk to but sometimes my thoughts just don’t make any sense at all and my brain tells me I’m all alone. How do you open up when your mind is working against you??

It’s just so hard not being able to have my Mom to vent to anymore, she knew everything, she knew me better than I know myself clearly, she also knew just the right things to say and how to decipher my thoughts. I find it so sad that I will never have that kind of comfort in my life again. So I’m left venting on social media so everyone knows just how complicated my thought processes are, great. I’m at point now though where I just don’t care what people think. I’ve been through so much and have lost so much, what else is there to lose?

So I guess that’s my reasoning for this blog, to vent to anyone out there who might see my posts. Maybe how I feel can help someone feel less alone. If that’s the case then I’m okay with expressing my vulnerability.

[insecurereality]

I ordered flowers to my moms grave for the first time just now... I had to look up her lawn for delivery & it fucked me up. I hit deliver for Memorial Day instead of Mother’s Day. I called & they supposedly fixed it to be delivered today - the 9th but there’s no way of knowing.

She would say it’s the thought that counts.

[innermasteryhub]

51 Grief Journal Prompts for Kids to Ignite Healing

Children’s entire world is turned upside down when they lose a loved one. I am all too familiar with this from my personal experiences as well as from helping others in their grieving processes. Children often have to handle their feelings on their own without the means or vocabulary to do so. They may experience even more intense and distancing emotional suffering as a result of the silence surrounding their feelings. Find a list of 51 grief journal prompts for kids that has worked for my child.

READ MORE: https://thecoffeedrivenparent.com/grief-journal-prompts-for-kids/

#ChildGriefSupport #ChildrensMentalHealth #EmotionalHealing #GriefAndLoss #GriefJournaling #HealingThroughWriting #KidsGriefJourney

[andsheisjustaglitch-blog]

2-8-19

How has it been 2 months already?! Time is so weird when you’re grieving. It speeds up and slows down all at once.  How have two months passed by without your seeing face and hearing your voice already? But at the same time, it seems like I’m just stuck here. Stuck in this feeling that I’ve already spent a lifetime without you. 

[really-a-mermaid]

Grief

Why does grief hurt so bad? Why does it feel like my heart is caving in, like I’m being crushed by my own emotions, swallowed and drowned by my own emptiness? Why does my body physically hurt too? Why does having my heart ripped out and crushed make my whole body shake and heave without end and my joints beg to be put out of their misery?

Why do we say we’re dealing with it when we’re not, when we can’t? Why do we all work through it differently? Why do I turn my grief inwards but others project it onto me?

Why do we grieve things besides death? Why do we endure the hurricane that is grief for other types of loss? Are there different types of grief; is there a death grief,a disappointment grief, a fear grief, or a loneliness grief? I think so. I know death grief all too well. But the grief I felt when my sister got everything I ever wanted and I got nothing, that was a different kind of grief. It wasn’t empty like death’s grief; it was crushing, making it impossible for me to breathe, to see, to focus, and to feel. I was in so much pain I felt like there wasn’t enough emotion in the whole world to let it all out.

I learned betrayal is a part of grief.  When we grieve, we see ourselves as the victim of whatever pain it is, when that’s such a selfish view. When we lose someone we love to death, my blame them for leaving us, or someone/something for taking them from us. When we have our hopes crushed, we blame the ones who took it from us and those who got it instead. Why do we have this selfish view when we’re in such immense pain? Why do we feel so betrayed when we grieve? Why...do we grieve?

[mjax1]

I tend to be a candid out spoken feeling type of person. I wear my emotions right out there on my sleeve. Right now, when my sweet baby girl wakes up to nurse at night it takes a second for my brain to turn back off, power down and let me sleep. I sneak silently down to where I work and I pour out my thoughts and feelings into Ink and paint and marker and messes. I search for phrases and words that stand out to me, that “fit” into what’s happening in my brain. “Focus on what’s important.” Do *you* know what’s important? It’s taking pictures of people you love. It’s a million hugs and kisses and reading one more sorry even though you’re tired. It’s in the relationships you make and cooking food for a million people. It’s laughing about overflowing coffee and telling stories about goofy Dads who want to marry off their daughters, jokingly of course. It’s seeing the way a mans life has affected so so so many people and how in that mans time of need, people crawl out of the woodwork to overwhelm and bless him. I’m focusing on what’s important. And maybe allowing some tears every now and again, because there is grief and anguish in my heart right now. My art always reflects where I’m at. And this, this is where I was tonight. #artistmama #journal #griefjournaling #grief #art #mixedmedia #focus https://www.instagram.com/p/B6Z-kdABZq6/?igshid=1i2ofq4tmdy3b