#grief support

[cosmicbirch8]

#love poem #poem #poetry #female writers #poets on tumblr #spilled ink #writers and poets #witch #poetscommunity #women writers #druidess #poetic #original poem #mental heath poetry #mentalheathawareness #grief poem #coping with grief #grief support #grief #poemsbyme #poemsdaily #poem by me #poem blog #poems on tumblr #poems and quotes #poems and poetry #poetry writing #poetry community #my writing #poetry by women

[redreadretale]

https://x.com/calltoactivism/status/1691976696834961548?s=46&t=-DJ9mBlTjux8muLEe_ATnQ

See Fiona Apples heartfelt, sincere, beautiful tweet post about her dog& reason she is putting off a tour- she shared about it beautifully.

( I only have the twitter post link where @CallToActivism reposted Fiona’s post- I do not have the original Fiona Apple Link. If you find it- please share.)

Some blessed ones know this kind of deep, long, unique bond you can have with your dog. Life affirming.

Unparalleled.

https://x.com/calltoactivism/status/1691976696834961548?s=46&t=-DJ9mBlTjux8muLEe_ATnQ

#fiona apple #dog loss #dog grief #deep dog pove #best friends #grief support #celebrate dogs #strong love #beautuful life #senior dog #love #not alone #monumental loss #beauty in death

[lifeonkylesfarm]

I don't know a single person who has gotten over their grief. I don't think it's really possible. It's not that it stays so horribly debilitating forever, it dulls, but it's still there. My mother's dog Zelda died 40+ years ago. She isn't over it. She isn't over the death of our cat Poody, who died in April 2013. I'm not over it either, and I remember the day in precise detail, as if it were yesterday. Her father, my grandfather, died 14 years ago. Neither of us are over that. My cousin's son died a few years ago. I don't think that grief will ever leave her. My paternal grandma's father (my great grandfather) died in the early 70s. She isn't over it. She still has dreams about his death and about him being here. I still dream most days about my cat who died 7 years ago. My great aunts still reminisce about my other paternal great grandfather, who, coincidentally, died the same year as the other. The people we love never leave our minds. I think we simply have to learn to live with it, to accept it. It's hard.

#grief #grief and loss #loss #grieving #dealing with grief #mourning #grief work #grief recovery #grief talk #grief is weird #grief is hard #grief is a bitch #grief is the price we pay for love #grief processing #grief posting #grief and mourning #grief and love #grief support #grief journey #love and grief

[kitten-forward]

Grief is a huge part of everyone's life. It's something we all experience sooner or later, unfortunately. It can come in many ways, and it's usually especially hard to deal with. No one really teaches you how to do it, they just tell you time heals - which is both true and untrue.

I took some time to find an international resource on dealing with grief in a healthy way.

First, a link to what grief even is, types of grief we experience in our life, the stages, etc. This can be a semi long read, if any interest is shown, I can make a smaller and more compact extract of it.

As always, there's also some various helplines you can call to (hopefully) immediately get support

In the U.S.: Crisis Call Center at 775-784-8090

UK: Cruse Bereavement Care at 0808 808 1677

Australia: GriefLine at [phone]

Lastly, a worldwide grief recovery group currently functioning as a non-profit organisation. They offer both online and irl support groups.

www.griefshare.org

#grief #grieving #dealing with grief #tw grief #grief journal #mental health #therapy #mental illness #grief share #grief support

[finding-hope-strength-courage]

Things That Helped Me With My Grief - 11/01/2023

Background - My Mum Died in 1998 when I was 6, Amy Granny Died in 2002 when I was 11 and my Dad died in 2011 when I was 19.

Talking about how I felt and what happened, talking about my Mum, Granny, Dad

Writing a diary

Letting myself feel everything instead of trying to suppress it all

Music

Therapy

Having photographs of them

Visiting my Mum and Dad’s graves (only found my Mum’s in 2015)

Writing poems

Nature

#Mental Health #Mental Health Awareness #Mental Health Matters #Mental Health Understanding #Grief #Loss #Bereavement #Grieving #Grieivng People #Losing People #Missing People #Childhood Bereavement #Grief Awareness #Understanding Grief #Grief Support

[neuvowebtech]

#grief #grief support #health #grief stuff

[aridune]

I’ve had a crystallizing thought: Good Omens is pure catharsis. When season 1 dropped, I had major life events happening and was dealing with some grief and loss, and GO became my surrogate emotional outlet for all the feels. Now, as I finished a rough school year in which myself and multiple peers had several funerals to attend, GOS2 drops, and I am once again in the throes of emotional surrogacy with my favorite angel and demon. I honestly don’t know how I would process my own grief and trauma if this show didn’t exist…

#good omens 2 #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #ineffable husbands #emotional intelligence #grief support #emotional support #griefandloss #school life

[teengriefsucks]

Happy holidays, to everyone who celebrates. For stories and advice on how to cope with grief during this season, check out our "Holidays" category here.

#teen grief #grief support #grief quote #teenager post #teenage grief #quote #festive #Christmas #winter #holiday blues #it's okay to be sad #sad quotes #grief journey #griefawareness

[wanderingmind867]

I wouldn't be shocked if I'm just outright depressed after the horrible year I've been having. I'm going through puberty (I'm 17 but turning 18 very soon), I'm terrified of the future and being unable to care for myself, or just of being alone. And Oh yeah, My Mom died of a brain tumor back last spring. It's been tough, and I hate ot. I keep hoping that the stress will go away on its own, but it's hard to tell anymore. At the very least, I've been super sad, angry and/or stressed a lot these past few months.

#stress #grief #vent #depression #I probably have some form of it #although I wish I didn't #my fears #stressed #venting #grief support #dealing with grief #autistic #asd

[espiritogato]

🌙 Until then…..

#grief #grief quotes #grief journey #grief support #loved ones #heaven #reunion #reunited #healing #always #watching #spirit #family #pets #friends #the other side #protect #guide #us #I’m here #for you #by your side #when you need me #unconditional love #relationships #i love you #always and forever #in my heart #together forever #until then

[biblebloodhound]

Crisis and Care (1 Kings 19:1-8)

We live in a broken world, full of crises and traumas.

Prophet Elijah by Mykhailo Boychuk, 1913 Now Ahab told Jezebel everything Elijah had done and how he had killed all the prophets with the sword. So Jezebel sent a messenger to Elijah to say, “May the gods deal with me, be it ever so severely, if by this time tomorrow I do not make your life like that of one of them.” Elijah was afraid and ran for his life. When he came to Beersheba in Judah, he…

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#1 kings 19 #adversity #brokenness #care #crisis #difficulty #emotional support #faith #first kings #god&039;s presence #god&039;s provision #grief #grief support #hard circumstances #help #hope #human condition #identity #prophet elijah #sadness #spiritual care #spiritual support #trauma

[returntothewilderness]

Parashat Vayetzei Pt 2: Midrash on Grieving a Loss of Pregnancy & Neo-Natal Death

I dedicate this Midrash and all my studies on neo-natal bereavement to my الجد والجدة (Grandparents), who lost two infants. To my Great-Grandmother, who grieved infertility and had her only son taken as a POW during the Italian occupation of Libya after losing her husband who fought in the resistance. To my Great-Aunt and Uncle who lost a toddler to a rare genetic disorder. To all the families in the global south who lose children to birth defects caused by radiation from nonstop imperialist wars. To the families from SWANA countries who had their newborns stolen from them to give to families in Israel and the West. To pregnant Palestinians held at checkpoints in labor, or abused at checkpoints, causing them to lose their pregnancy or baby. To the Indigenous families, Black families, and Refugees of Turtle Island who were sterilized against their wills or unknowingly. To the people of pre and potentially post- Roe V. Wade who will be criminalized for losing a pregnancy or choosing to end it.

Parashat Vayetzei tells us the story of two sisters in deep anguish over infertility and lack of love and support. Rachel was infertile most of her relationship with Jacob, sometimes asking her concubine to give Jacob a child in her place. Leah, who could have children, felt her ability to be a good wife was purely dependent on her fertility. Both sisters felt like failures who couldn't even turn to each other or their husband in distress.

Many people who experience the devastating randomness of infertility, pregnancy, miscarriage, and neo-natal death often feel deeply isolated and alone. It is estimated that 40% of all pregnancies end in miscarriage. With the lack of continuous community care, spiritual and pastoral care, and consistent rituals to mourn, the topic of this type of loss is still taboo and misunderstood in many circles. In the next several posts we will be looking at the various points in Torah where families faced infertility or the loss of a baby or child. There will be resources, both Jewish and secular, along with suggestions of rituals mourners can integrate into their spiritual and emotional bereavement. We must also be active in supporting marginalized families who experience medical apartheid in the realm of pregnancy. Reproductive justice is a key element in bringing this mostly covered up struggle to light with the rest of the grief that comes with these losses.

Judaism has a long way to go in recognizing the agony and complex range of emotions these types of loss can take on a person or family. In losing a newborn or young baby, the mourning period is for 30 days. The loss of a baby or pregnancy will create grief that far outlives those 30 short days. These posts will honor the various complex emotions, the grieving period no matter how long, and new ways of approaching grief through private and group rituals. No one is ever alone in their pain, and we must make that apparent to those in our lives suffering from this sort of grief.

#torah study #parashat vayetzei #rachel and leah #judaism #jewish prayer #midrash #neo-natal death #death doula #grief support #coping with grief #coping with death #miscarriage #loss of pregnancy #infertility #mena #reproductive justice #long post #medical apartheid

[rubin2940]

Bob Dylan's "Baby, Stop Crying"

Welcome to From Insults to Respect. Today, we discuss Bob Dylan’s song, “Baby, Stop Crying.” According to Wikipedia, it was released in the summer of 1978 as a single and in a longer album version on Street Legal. The song charted at #13 in the UK and was a top-ten song in much of Europe, although it failed to chart in the United States. It features a strong saxophone solo, and a trio of female…

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#Bob Dylan #Grief #grief support #handling crying #sadness

[notesbynataly]

February 22, 2024 Thursday 1:18am

A note on the loss I have experienced this last year, journaling, and difficult experiences. Any thoughts and questions are welcomed.

For the past few months now I have been journaling regularly and it has helped me to be able to visualize my thoughts onto paper to figure things out or to gain clarity within an issue.

I am reminded by the way I used to scribble words over and over again on a pad of paper, the top thighs of my jeans, or even on the palms of my hands.

Today I have decided to put forth more effort into creating my life in the image that I see when I think of where I want to be within the next few months, or years even. Journaling has been a part of that process.

And that has been really difficult for me to do for the past year.

Last year, February 24th, my fiancé of six years died in a sudden incident. I had gotten together with him when I was eighteen years old and we have one child together. I can honestly say that he was my twin flame. My best friend, my partner and teammate, and -- as corny as it is -- everything to me. We had this energy between us that was just indescribable like we had known each other our whole lives or in another life even. We just *knew* each other, really knew each other.

We knew everything about one another. Well, as much as you could possibly, I guess right? We were very close. That last year of his life was really difficult and trying for the both of us. We fought a lot, like we never had before. We were dealing with a plethora of home life issues as well as our own individual demons and then in that year we created and shared a lot more of them.

It wouldn't be enough to say that that last year was surreal, it was ... it absolutely was ... but the whole six years was surreal. It wasn't perfect. No relationship is. But we knew each other like we knew ourselves. For the first five years we even had this sort of system that we promised to air out any problems we were having whether it was with each other or something else, that we would bring it to the other one before we fell asleep that night. And it worked for five years. All six years I knew I had found the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Even in that last rough year, we still were picking out jade engagement rings. We still were trying. We still were working ahead.

The last time we spoke was a fight. The worst we had yet. For the first time in six years, I walked away. I had two gut feelings. One, don't leave because something bad will happen if you do. Two, you have to leave and reclaim your personal power if you want this relationship to work. So I left.

For the next few hours of me getting some space between us before trying to sort things out, because like I said -- we usually always aired out our problems before the end of the day and came to a compromise. I was expecting to see him soon regardless of the intensity of the fight. But that gut feeling wouldn't go away, neither one of them.

I found out at around four thirty in the morning. I was already awake and already knew before I was even told.

I know that that last year was rough, for the both of us. I know he loved me, I hope he knows how much I loved him. I knew better than to leave an argument open ended like that ... I don't blame myself, but I do in the sense that I wish I could have tried to have seen him sooner. I had started to try to reach him around eleven that night ... but nothing ever came through. Had I of been hours earlier maybe things would be different. But I know that everything happens for a reason and that no matter what I would have done it would have happened the same way in the end.

I just never planned on losing him.

And especially not like this.

Not like that.

He is so much more loved than I think he realized. It's the greatest pain I have ever known not having the other half of my spirit next to me as I have since I was eighteen years old. And when I see that beautiful person everyday when I look at our sons face, I can't help but think of how lucky I am to have known you, Matty ... and how grateful I am to have shared the time of my life that we did ... I just fucking want you back. I want to wake up and all of this be some stupid crazy stressful dream ... sometimes I still think it is. A nightmare.

Journaling has been hard to do because part of it requires you to at least acknowledge the future and what is going on in the present. There is a lot of plans, emotions, painful thoughts, happy thoughts, and so on ... but with every date I write in it, it is hard to not be reminded of how each date I write is another day without him and that there will never be another date that I write that includes him in it ... his antics ... our conversations ... the way he smiled so widely and genuinely like a little kid ... the way his presence felt to everyone around him but especially to me.

I have kept journaling. But it's fucking hard sometimes given everything that I have *tried* to just explain here.

I feel like all the grand surprises in life for me are all used up and already experienced ... and that is a different kind of depression for me. It's hard to acknowledge my feelings without falling apart, to make new connections, and to even listen to music or enjoy anything remotely reminiscent of him. I just wonder when, if ever, will I feel *that* happy again ... just in general in life. I am happy but I am not *that* happy. I am terrified I never will be again.

This isn't a cry for help or anything like that, I very much want to continue breathing and living. But I thought that maybe if I were candid (yes, on the internet) that maybe someone else could relate or give their perspective or experience on what I have expressed. That at the very least, even if nothing happens from this post, that maybe someone would see it and know that it is a normal experience with loss that they are having and that someone (being me) is also trying to collect up the pieces of their life that they have left and are also a work in progress when they thought that the story of their lives was already outlined out.

#love and loss #journal entries #journal entry #nataly notes #loss of a loved one #death #death of a loved one #love and death #dealing with grief #grieving #grief #grief journal #grief journey #grief support #depressing shit #sorry for being a buzz kill #mental health #mental health support #sobriety #recovery #recovery journey #recovery journal #self discovery #self healing #healing journey #healing journal #difficulties in life

[kattleyahospiceandpalliativecare]

Grief can be a labyrinth without a roadmap. It’s in such moments that seasoned hospice care in Montclair, California, can be your beacon. They’re more than just caregivers; they’re our companions, a lifeline in challenging times when a loved one faces terminal illness.

#Companion Care #Elderly Care #Grief Support

[familyparamounthospice]

The endeavor of providing emotional comfort during a vulnerable period is an integral part of hospice care. Every individual’s journey with terminal illness is different, warranting an approach that caters to their unique emotional well-being. Hospice care in Illinois is designed to ensure this.

#Grief Support #Personalized Care #Terminal illness