I know we are supposed to be euphemistic about suicide but someone I love deeply has killed herself and I'm sorry if that sounds violent but it is, it was, and I just don't know how else to be honest without these words https://t.co/i1jFhT9rHO
I know we are supposed to be euphemistic about suicide but someone I love deeply has killed herself and I'm sorry if that sounds violent but it is, it was, and I just don't know how else to be honest without these words https://t.co/i1jFhT9rHO
It’s the dying that does it, always. I started here; I end here (we all end here). It is amazing how the death of someone you love exposes this lie you tell yourself, that there’ll always be time. You can go months or even years without speaking to a dear old friend and feel fine about it, blundering along, living your life. But discover that this ... See more
Jennifer Senior • It’s Your Friends Who Break Your Heart
“I succumbed,” she said. “I stopped denying the wounds and felt them, felt their width and breadth. Pain can be clarifying. If you are able to feel it...the pain itself will tell you what to do.”... See more
I looked out of the window, feeling disappointed and empty. This was not the answer I had come for. I wanted something else, some other formula or techniqu
Elizabeth Oldfield • The only way through is down
“I wish I could say you get used to people dying. I never did. I don't want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don't want it to "not matter." I don't want it to be something that just passes.... See more
“My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. A
Why All Love Stories Are Destined to End in Tragedy
Grief, as I understood it—grief and I were acquainted—is the kind of loss that sets you on fire as you struggle to put it out.
Elizabeth McCracken • The Hero of This Book
After the death of a loved one, the incoming messages seem scrambled for a while. At times, closeness with our deceased loved one feels incredibly visceral, as though they are present in the room, here and now. At other times, the string seems to have fallen off the board — not shorter or longer than it was before, but simply stolen from us entirel... See more
Maria Popova • Your Brain on Grief, Your Heart on Healing
She meant, I think, that a love lost is grieved forever, whatever the nature of the loss — this she knew, and turned the ongoingness of it into a lifetime of art — but by looking back, we are reminded over and over that the sharp edge of grief does smooth over time, that today’s blunt ache is worlds apart from the first stabs, until grief becomes, ... See more