The hardest thing about grieving for someone who is still alive is that no one really knows what to say when I speak about my grief journey.
I feel incredibly alone it it.
I never want loss to define me, and I have always made an effort to laugh and try to find the positives but sometimes it just consumes me.
I cry at unexpected times in the weirdest places, I’m embarrassed, ashamed, withdrawn and angry – all uncharacteristic of my personality.
The gift in all of this is loving and being loved in return