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.

Moving Out of My Parents' Home: A Decision
Why are you thinking about moving out of your parents’ home? Is it really worth it? For me, the real question was harder than that.
By MB | Stories & Moreabout a month ago in Families
Shaking Hands With The Doctor Who Saved My Father's Life
"Goddammit, Adi, I told you to be ready by twelve!" Mom shouted at me through the bathroom door, more than fifteen minutes before the agreed time. "Why do you always do this right before we have to leave?" She kept talking to herself at this point, an acquired skill that every mother seems to possess.
By Adrian CDTPPYabout a month ago in Families
Come to me..... Content Warning.
I laid in my bed covered in shame, covered in pity, and just covered with the heaviness of life. My chest felt heavy, my mind racing and my limbs curled into a ball, while my hands covered my heart hoping they could soothe the pain away. I had been in this spot for a while. The sheets stuck to my body, accompanied by a faint stench that I cared nothing about. That was the last f my worries. I shriveled deeper into the bed when my body began to realize that I was waking up and being forced to experience the movements of life. The sun shined through the dark shades I hung to intentionally keep the light out and the sight of a well lit room just made me crumble in my heart and in my mind. How dare such a beautiful light shine into my ambiance of sorrow. Every time I opened my eyes, thoughts of my reality flooded my brain. Words of discouragement, and doubt, followed by the meanest of voices that questioned my decisions in life and the results that lead me to where I am now. I created my own torment, I was the aggressor, I was the enemy in me, and in that moment everything was my fault. Could you believe I was a mom feeling this way. A mom that's suppose to be cheerful and polite, a mom that's always emotionally available to her kids, but there I was. My kids stayed downstairs at this point they kind of understood that I was "resting". At this point my kids were used to those moments, especially the oldest, he could always tell. My kids were going back and forth from laughing to arguing and back again, and I just listened. Usually I would yell from my slumber, but this time their voices and laughter had peace to it. Apart of me felt joy from their laughter, but also felt hope. Something in me sparked, and I felt the twitch. I remember looking at my hands, then my legs and finally my surroundings, and boy was it a mess. My room was a depiction of my mind; trash all over, and junk in random places, but then there were the items that belonged there but were covered by the crap I let build up. I remember looking at my mess of a room, and wondering how I stayed there for so long. Didn't the clutter bother me, didn't I want a better environment then this? I had asked myself a question I had never asked before, and this question began the Journey that I am on now. The question was, "what would it look like with a healthier version of you, a version free from shame, free from trauma, and just the version of you that is free and at peace with yourself and your past." My subconscious immediately snapped back an yelled, I already forgave them, we are healed. My inner voice calmy replied, maybe it's time to let go and be free. Now as I say this don't think that I hear voices because I know we all have that good and bad angel on each shoulder, but rather than the two fighting in my head, I felt as if they came to an agreement. I asked myself a question that sparked a series of questions. It was like I had a epiphany in my pit of sorrow. In my darkness, light had found me. In my despair, hope came and sat down beside me. This moment felt as if God had, touched my shoulder and ordered me to let it all go. This moment changed the trajectory of my thoughts and eventually my life, although the process was extremely hard I began to understand the meaning of living a peaceful life. This moment began my journey to be a healthy and healed version of myself. it gave me the opportunity to not only hear my children's laughter, but to also experience laughter with them. In that moment I decided to change the direction of not only my situation but also my thoughts which created a journey like never before.
By HKC 2 months ago in Families
Nick Cannon's Daughter Wasn't Throwing Shade
Monroe "Roe" Cannon, daughter of Nick Cannon and pop singer/ "Queen of Christmas music" Mariah Carey posted on Instagram addressing about her siblings from her father. The 14-year-old took to Instagram sharing on her story about claiming her twin sibling as her only sibling and as the rest of her younger half siblings as half’s.
By Gladys W. Muturi2 months ago in Families
Why Grief Lingers
Exploring the profound connection between enduring love, heartbreak, and hope for a cure in inflammatory breast cancer. The messages often start the same way:
By Terry Arnold2 months ago in Families
To the Man You Didn't Know
It's important for you to know a few things about your dad. Without a full measure of understanding, you just won't be able to get very far with only the parts you have been exposed to or what, in limited (and possibly jaded) opinions, have been filtered into your mind. All I ask, is that you will honor him now by having an open heart and a teachable spirit. He is the missing link, the generation between me and of you. I am offering a glimpse into what you might have missed, but owe to yourselves to take in.
By Shirley Belk2 months ago in Families
Brotha. Content Warning.
I lost my mother when I was one year old, and that was something I learned to live with, accept, and sadly, grow used to. When I was eleven, I met my best friend. The moment I saw him, his face looked so familiar, like I had known him forever.
By Digamo Richards2 months ago in Families
Where the River Meets the Stars
The river had always served as their place. When they were kids Mira and Rowan spent every summer evening sitting at the old wooden dock of her grandparents countryside home. They'd put their feet in the cool water and toss pebbles and pretend the fireflies dancing above them were tiny fallen stars.
By Nusuki2 months ago in Families
Your nipples are as unique as your fingerprints. AI-Generated.
Your Nipples Are as Unique as Your Fingerprints Did you ever stop to think that something as small as your nipples could tell a story all their own? Most folks see them as just another body part, all the same. But here's the truth: your nipples stand out like no one else's. They vary in shape, size, color, and feel, much like the ridges on your fingertips that no two people share.
By Story silver book 2 months ago in Families
Almost one year since my mom passed away.
Everyone goes through grieving differently. We all know the step, • Shock and Denial • Anger • Bargaining • Depression
By stephanie borges2 months ago in Families
How My Mother’s Histrionic Personality Disorder Ruined Our Relationship. Content Warning.
According to my father, all my mother ever wanted was children of her own. She spent their teenage daydream years hoping someday she would one day be called mommy. Though I have no memories of this, my family often states what a good mother she was when we were babies and toddlers. She coddled us and bounced us on her hip. Mounds of photo albums prove that my brothers and I were often wrapped in her thin arms.
By Kera Hollow2 months ago in Families
A tradition with the dead
The Day of the Dead has always played an essential role in my life growing up. It's a tradition going back many generations, however this year in 2025 is a hard one for me because a year ago I lost my mother due to Pulmonary fibrosis it's a lung disease it hardly has treatment but definitely has no cure however this year I had to put up my mother's photo with my father who also passed away in 2017 due to heart failure.
By stephanie borges2 months ago in Families