Saying goodbye forever to my favorite person in the world was the hardest thing I've ever done. There goes no day that I don't think about her but today I simply cannot hide the tears anymore.
I like to scroll Reddit and I'm part of the Grief Support thread.
Someone was struggling to come to terms with the euthanasia of their family dog and this was my response. I'm so passionate about aftercare in regards to euthanasia and pet loss.
It's so hard to deal with. They're a constant in our lives and loss is hard enough, nevermind when you have to make the choice to assist them to the rainbow bridge. We feel so much guilt. It's natural.
I feel like euthanasia is one of the most pure forms of love. We wouldn't break our own hearts with this decision if we didn't love them so much.
It’s okay to have bad days. It’s okay to have days where all you can think of is them. It’s okay to cry, to regret, to scream. It’s okay to look at old pictures and sob for what could have been. But just because they are gone now does not mean that your story is over, and they wouldn’t want it to be.
It is with a heavy heart that I have to share disheartening news about my friend @dezzydoesthings, who also worked on the blog @advice-hiei. She is also known as Just 2 Dream on fanfiction.net. I just learned last night that she passed away back in April. It has come as quite a shock, especially knowing it happened so early in the year. She had a knack for bringing people on the internet together and struggled so much in her young life. I am so sorry to be the one to share the news with all of her followers. Please seek support if you need it.
In my diary, I am always a little girl - out of all the places in the world that give me the comfort to be whoever I want to be, I can never be a little girl. I can be silly, smart, crazy, dumb, and fantastic but never a little girl. So I come to this diary, for I never knew life could choke me in these ways ever but I really miss being a daughter on somedays.
In the worst year of my life, someone very well intentioned told me that grief gets lighter over time. I’ve found that that is not true. In my experience it never gets lighter- but the longer you carry it, the stronger you become, and so the lighter it begins to feel. It isn’t the grief going or fading away; it’s just you. You think the weight of it is going to crush you alive for a while but what actually happens is your shoulders get bigger, your heart gets stronger, you learn to endure. You figure out how to hold the grief more wisely to get through the worst days. It becomes such a routine part of your daily load that on the good days, you begin to barely notice the extra weight. But it never actually changes. You are what changes.
If 2022 was a year of significant loss for you, I know that right now you don’t want to hear that it gets better. It’s too soon for those words, and in my experience, they’re not actually 100% accurate. It doesn’t get better. You just get better at it. Please hear me when I tell you, you’ll get stronger. And you have no idea how many people are out here that live with the same weight you live with, all the time. How many of us understand, how many of us know where you are now well. I say this not to diminish your pain but to say, adamantly: you are not alone.
You may not be ready for time to keep marching on, and I get that. New Years can feel like such a big leap, such a meaningful moment of leaving someone behind. Someone who meant everything to you now formally only exists in the past, and they have to stay there. It’s a milestone. I can’t tell you how much I understand this weird, existential day you may be living right now.
Time marches on and it may seem like everyone else on earth is about to take a joyous, excited leap into this new year that you can’t stop from coming. If you need someone to just crawl across the line with you, please feel free to holler my way. I see you. I am here.
“Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water. And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent; but nothing is infinite, not even loss. You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again.”
The scars that society say are too ugly to show That only look the way they do because they weren’t given the care and attention needed as healing Perhaps if those scars were treated with more kindness, they would look more like love than pain Repost from @marklemonofficial • Grief. #grief #griefquotes #bereavement #grief #griefandloss #griefawareness #griefjourney #griefrecovery #griefsupport #grieving #grievingprocess #healing #healingjourney #hope #suicideloss #grievingmother #grievingmom #scar https://www.instagram.com/p/CnQ90mEszB0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
I don't know if this is something I should be impressed by, but I'm quite impressed that I've handled my mom's passing so well. She will probably die sometime this weekend, and yet I've managed to compose myself incredibly well.
I've cried a couple times and had some anger flare ups, but I've dealt with it better than I feel most people (like my dad) have dealt with it. The more I distract myself and avoid thinking about it, the easier it is for me to assume a form of tranquility and content. I'll honestly be glad when everything's over, as the sooner it's done, the easier it'll be to return to some form of routine and normalcy.