in grief we teach ourselves to question the lessons that we were taught growing up: to stifle our tears, suppress our pain, swallow our words. we learn that the emotionless exterior of supposed strength that we portray to the world is just a mirage. for inside, our emotions swim chaotically around inside us, multiplying rapidly until we can no longer hold them within us
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but why wait until they burst out, destroying everything in their path? why not release them slowly in controlled, safe environments, saving yourself and those you love from a more tempestuous fate? the power to do so is our biggest strength, don't be afraid to use it. #YNN
when she was alive and before the dehumanising disease took hold, mama had a zest for life like no other. she propelled us to always strive to make our dreams a reality and open our horizons to all the wonders of the world awaiting us. she wanted us to work hard and excel academically but it was never at the detriment of our enjoyment of life. Growing up I used to wonder why she wasn't like all the other mums, competitively boasting about their children's achievements and nurturing them to prioritise work over play. But now, many years later, I finally understand the monumental impact she has had on my life. Yes I may never make millions in a high-flying career or save lives, but that's okay, for I know what is going to put a smile on my face until the end of my days, and that's making beautiful memories with everyone I love #YNN #makingmemories #motherlesschild #motherlessdaughter
a home is not beautifully decorated interiors, a fridge filled with food or a wardrobe piled high with coveted pieces of clothing. it is a place that embraces you wholeheartedly, wraps you up in a secure and loving cocoon, a refuge from the sometimes harsh world, melting away your fears and vulnerabilities. home is not a place, but a person
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but when that person leaves, all you have left is a sterile house filled with possessions that remind you of the home you once had. you have a roof over your head, yet you feel homeless inside. #YNN #housebutnothome #grieftruth #griefwords #griefwriter
