We all grieve at some point in out lives and we all have different ways of processing the surge of thoughts and feelings which bombard us at times of loss.
Some choose to keep busy and active, others become quietly somber. I on the other hand feel the pain so intensely that it almost paralysis my body. One minute I’m numb, the next I ache all over and then there’s the release of uncontrollable tears, the kind of crying which makes it difficult to breathe.
Having been here before, I know in time these feelings will pass, the same way a storm does. It doesn’t mean there won’t be another one and you never forget them, but you live through them and learn to carry on. I’ve learnt that writing is both a therapy and comfort for me, as is reading.
It’s been less than 48 hours since my Father-in-Law passed and would’ve been my cousins 58th Birthday today. They both died of cancer, something which too many of us have been affected by. It was too soon for them, especially as they both had such a Zest for life - before their diagnosis and during their treatment. I am in awe of their strength and positivity, and because of them I’ve come to realise how precious our time is. We can choose to exist in life and let life happen to us, or we can go on a journey of self discovery and make every moment in life matter… doing what we love, being with the people we love and carving out moments of happiness in our ever busier lives. For me, this is making time to write every day, whether it’s in my private journal or here on Substack.
I hope you’ll join me on this journey, as I write weekly newsletters aimed at helping others discover their happiness and purpose in life. If I can inspire just one person to help another, and keep that positive chain going, then my purpose and passion will be fulfilled. When my time comes, I will have no regrets.
Thank you so much for reading this 💖
Until we meet again, take care of yourself and cherish your time ⏳
Yes, we do all greive in different ways. I'm so pleased that you are finding comfort in writing.