Grief and loss


I have a number of half written blog posts sitting in my drafts and I feel like I can’t post any of them. For fear of seeming callous or like I don’t care. But I also don’t want to publicise death and grief – I know some people find a certain cathartic feeling in posting about a loss on social media and I have no judgement, but I am not one of those people. I find it a tricky line to tread and prefer to just stay away full stop. 

And yet, I write a blog. I publish aspects of my life onto this little slice of the internet and leave it open for anyone to peruse as they wish. 

I don’t want to put my loss on the internet. But I don’t want to finish a blog post about a week in Devon because writing about fun things and pressing ‘publish’ seems inappropriate somehow. And yet I also do want to do that because writing about the nicer things in life feels, well, nice right now.

What I want to say is ‘hey I’m going to blog about other things – nice things – because it’s nice to do so. But, just so you know, I’m also dealing with a loss and I want that noted in case you think that writing about the nice things means I’m not thinking about that loss.’ Maybe that should have been the title of this blog post. Not very catchy though is it? 

Death, grief, loss… they are a bugger. A virtual hug to you if you are also currently trying to get your head around them.





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