grief
we all have a story. what’s yours?
send in personal experiences you’ve had during times of grief and what that looked like for you.
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stories
Love transcends death
I was walking through Hackney Church, a place I had walked through with George hundreds of times, when your message on the ground really resonated with my grief. George was my world and I feel lost without him but his love lives within me and the people whose lives he touched
- Anonymous
A hole in my heart
He hasn’t passed away, he’s very much alive. My heart aches, every time I think of him. Every time I go to the small town we are from, we bump into each other. Every time. Without fail. I am with someone else now but, my heart hurts and it always will for him.
- Anonymous
My children
I’m a separated dad , I’ve not seen my daughter Mimi for 1738 days . I grieve daily despite them still being alive . I’ve been to court , cafcass , everything . Was told to “be patient” by Cafcass. Had no support from them . I have come so close to giving up . I feel guilty for feeling so depressed and so fkin patient & for grieving someone who is still alive . Some days it is too much to bear
- Anonymous
Our bench
I’ve passed through that bench a hundred times, but is never the same. Now it isn’t the two of us, it’s just me, and even though he is still alive, it is like he had died 3 years ago the day he left me in that exact bench.
- Anonymous
Grief. It’s a lesson.
Grief… What a lesson it is. Be reckless in Love and you’ll crash; my grief is for a stillborn future, for a kingdom I built in my soul whose queen, I discovered, was still in love with a ghost of her past.
My world was grayscale until she arrived and unlocked a spectrum of hues. I became an architect of a world just for us, its walls mortared with an unquestioning trust and commitment. But the kingdom was haunted. When the secret door splintered - a hidden room now fully exposed, the stone walls revealed themselves as glass, and my reality shattering along with it. Trying to find the truth afterward was a vertigo of the soul, lost in a house of mirrors where my own pain was twisted and used as a weapon against me.
My search for truth suppressed through an emotionally abusive obstacle course, littered with perfectly scripted narratives and manipulation. Dare I say it was a minefield. But, I'm not just grieving her; I'm mourning the man I was - the one who could trust so recklessly. How do you hold such a funeral?
So I made the hardest choice: I respectfully walked off the battlefield. This grief is a heavy cloak, but there is a strange stillness at its center. It is the peace that comes from choosing your own soul over an illusion. Grief, I've learned, is the price of that peace. And I am finally paying it in full.
But it’s worth it. For I’m now a new man, a man of character, a man of value, a man of wisdom. I look at couples now, and smile to myself with joy, for they are feeling exactly what I felt, hoping in my heart they don’t go through what I did. Now, I’m focusing on myself, treating myself as compassionately as possible. Living the full human experience. Tending to my own fire.
Perhaps, a new chapter awaits. Perhaps.
- Anonymous
Tanner
I spend my days hiding my feelings of loss and anger so my family doesn’t see it. I don’t want to cause them to have a rough day. I have no one to talk to. I cannot find a way to let go of my anger or say goodbye to Tanner.
He was the son I never had and the last male in our family line. When I’m alone at home I sing every sad song on my LostBoy playlist because I’m afraid if I don’t feel the pain anymore I won’t be capable of feeling anything. So I rip open that wound over and over again. I miss him beyond words
- Anonymous
Being pushed to be here
My friend passed away when we were just 15, only a few months after we celebrated her a year cancer free. It was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do, all stages of grief at such a young age, feeling like I could’ve done more as a friend when she was still around and doubting everything I had ever done for her knowing it was never enough. I’m now 18 and feel like I’ve lived 1000 lives since then, back then we had a big friend group and now I don’t talk to any of them, we all went out seperate ways going into uni and most of them are successful but I feel like I’m the only one still grieving her and wishing she was still here and able to do this whole weird uni experience with me but I feel her with me, almost all of the time. I don’t live in London but came here for two weeks for an incredible opportunity that only she would’ve been able to put into my lap and then I came across one of your signs and I couldn’t Thankyou enough for that. I’m a very superstitious person so even tho it was your workings I am very convinced it was her telling me that this is where I need to be and she will be here no matter what and it’s exactly what I’ve needed after everything, so I thank you.
- Anonymous