grief
Losing a family member is one of the most traumatic life events; Families must support one another to endure the five stages of grief and get through it together.
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October 7th, 2020 It is about midweek and this week has already been way too much to handle. My brother had some sort of anxiety break down and we barely came to find out in the harshest way. Thank God, he is okay and has his head on straight (for the most part) but he gave us all a scare regardless. That scare manifested in me emotionally, it was the tear shed of 2020. I cried my eyes out all of Monday evening because I could not believe my brother would joke with his life. I was so hurt and disappointed at the same time. But maybe this is God’s way of just bringing us closer together and making us conscious of things we would have otherwise never been. Either way my family now knows I care more than they think and that I love them always.
By Melanie Guajardo5 years ago in Families
Parental Alienation: Part two
A lot of time has passed since I was arrested for domestic violence. I told you the whole truth, in part one, about what transpired that night. I DID swat my husband's arm with my hand. I could have denied that to the police that night and saved myself, but honestly, I didn't think I would be arrested. It felt like I was the real victim in this, me and my daughter.
By Jennifer Paulette Speaks5 years ago in Families
The Letter
My mother used to tell me that the connection she and I shared was one that I would not be able to understand until I had a daughter of my own. She was right. My mom died 3 years ago. It wasn’t until the end of her life and, mostly after her death, that I fully appreciated the bond between us.
By Jessica Harrison5 years ago in Families
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I am sitting in a dim lit living room at 6 in the morning, I am supporting my close friend in being the best version of herself, for her. We agreed we would wake up at 5:45 this morning and work on things, for her that is catching a moment of solitude while catching up at work: for me, I needed quietude.
By Lucinet Luna - The Author 5 years ago in Families
To My Little One..
This may be a hard read for some of you, maybe because you have experienced it, or maybe because you are terrified of it happening. Remember, be kind in all things, you never know what someone is truly going through. You never know who needs a little ray of sunshine or a sliver of hope. With that being said, in honor of Pregnancy and Infant Loss awareness month, I present to you, "To My Little One."
By Tiffani Johnson 5 years ago in Families
A Storm is brewing
I've found myself in states of deep sadness, then, in a moment anger rears it's head and I'm consumed with rage....who am I angry at? My son? Sometimes; myself? absolutely! However, a bulk of my rage is centered on every single person who is able to live their life without this pain and loss; those who laugh and smile, those who have no idea how painful and debilitating my life has become - I'm angry that they don't see! That "important" to them is their job, their money, what they will do for fun next weekend.... Does that make me a terrible person? Maybe I am, maybe my rage and depression do make me a terrible person....I'm certainly not the person I was; my blinders have been ripped off, and I see this world as it truly is - a depressing place filled with hate and sadness. Do I add to it by these feelings of rage and darkness? That, makes me even sadder and angrier if I do.... I have become a wheel that continues to spin and never goes anywhere. I have allowed the depression to place thoughts in my head that I would never voice...to voice them would alert those around me to lock me up and throw away the key. I write, it helps - it may be nonsensical and misunderstood, but it's mine, and it helps me purge the darkness for a little while. Tears are not cleansing, they are the byproduct of the deep wounds in my heart and soul; the bleeding of my wounds... I have become jaded and mean... not overtly, no, I hide my cynicism and nasty thoughts from others, but the real me, the new me, the broken me is not kind, is not happy for others, is not helpful....this me, has become a monster - an angry, cynical, sad monster. I don't care if someone dislikes me, I don't care if someone thinks I'm full of sh*t....I don't care about anyone or what they might think! No one knows me anymore....not the real me, not the person who at any given moment could slide into the abyss of depression and do what I've always considered to be the unthinkable.... it's no longer unthinkable, it's just there...it is a thought. I stuff that thought down, and refuse to take action, not because I'm noble or strong or any of the other things people have said to me - No, it's because I'm weak. I'm fragile and weak. I don't WANT to be this way, but once the blinders come off, you can't put them back on! There is a storm brewing in me, and when it unleashes, when I am unable to continue shoving it down, further and further; when it rises to the surface, I am afraid of what that storm will do. Will it provide me the strength to leave this sh*t hole of a world on my terms, or will it push me further into the darkness blocking all light from me? Is healing from a loss like this even possible???? I have become so good at making people believe I'm "doing better" .... what a joke! If they could see inside my mind they would cringe in fear and pain....it doesn't "get better," I've just learned how to become the robot that I am called to be. I love my children - both living and dead and living while one of my children isn't is like a puzzle that is missing a piece that brings the whole puzzle together.....I will never be whole again....never.
By Kathleen Elizabeth Comfort-Steinbaecher5 years ago in Families
Chrissy Teigen, John Legend Lose Son Jack
#ChrissyTeigen's latest tweet broke my heart. Here is a woman who has openly expressed her challenges in conceiving a child, who has spoken from the heart about IVF treatments while conceiving daughter Luna and son Miles, and who was both surprised and seemingly elated - I could only assume so, at any rate, given I do not know her or her husband - at the news that she'd conceived her third child naturally.
By Christina St-Jean5 years ago in Families
Beautiful Family
I woke up to the familiar voice of my dad, I quickly grabbed my phone to check the time. It was currently two in the morning, I blinked away the lingering sleep left in my eyes, threw the covers off and began walking down the stairs. As I neared the bottom step I overheard my father speaking with my Aunt.
By Jaeger Boi5 years ago in Families
In my own skin.
Out of the many tattoos I have imprinted on my skin, the ones linked to my parents seem to catch the most attention. The curiosity they spark always makes me laugh a little since my parents, like most, were the only ones against me getting tattoos in the first place. To be honest, I actually would have never placed myself as someone to get tattoos dedicated to their parents, but as my fathers health declined in 2007, a need for closeness within my family unit was sparked in me.
By Kendal Thompson5 years ago in Families
Your Identity Redefined Through Death
When you have all your relatives, parents, siblings, grandparents, aunts and uncles alive and well, your identity remains fixed, whether you are aware of this fact or not. The idea of a shifting identity first occurred to me the day my little brother died. I remember a very dramatic statement made in a “The Faults in Our stars” where a mother was watching her child die and proclaimed “I’m not going to be a mom anymore” or something to that effect. I thought it was heartbreaking but ultimately unrealistic. Then I realized something. We as a society tend to talk about the deceased in terms of the past tense. “He was a wonderful person,” “She had such a wonderful spirit,” “No one knew passion like Elliott did.” So in reality what we are essentially saying is that the person no longer exists.
By Emily Schaye5 years ago in Families
