1. Thanks Sam. Grief is overwhelming isn’t it. You own it, people try to help, they mean well but then you end up not wanting them to feel bad, or awkward. So you change the subject, make small talk. Pretend. You grieve in private. Every emotion coming in waves. Time heals they say…..: it softens that’s for sure, but it’s always there. True it’s not the unforgiving unwavering stabbing, but now it’s the dull, aching continuous thud that’s just there. Life is now in two parts. Life before and life after. The pain however is weirdly comforting as that physical ache is mine and reminds me always that they’re with me.
    My brother Oliver. Died by suicide age 19

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