#griefblogging

[creekfiend]

my dad's ghost will be twelve years old tomorrow. you know what that means!!! next year: GHOST BAR MITZVAH

[90stvqueen]

made a memorial playground for my nephew who died last February. blow some bubbles & do something nice for your neighbors in his honor today 🦖💖🦕🫧

[theballadofmrslovett]

asked if i could work remotely for 2 days a week instead of 1, and my boss went on this super defensive rant about how our in-person work policies are in place to be equitable to everyone, and that everyone's quality of work suffers when they're not at the office, then he told me of COURSE he wants me to spend time with my dying dad, but also "after one or two months, i'm not entirely sure how sustainable that would be" like lol ok cool i guess i'll tell my dad to die sooner then. lol.

[raindropgirly]

Not posting any photos from today, as I feel it’s disrespectful/not my place, but I’m glad that Liam has finally been able to be laid to rest.

It’s disgusting that his family was made to wait so long to bury him.

I’m crying about the situation all over again. Seeing Niall, Louis, Zayn and Harry without him hit me like a freight train.

Seeing the “Daddy” flowers that Cheryl Cole got for the service as a tribute from Bear made me sob out loud.

[earnedmagic]

grief forest, original comic | prints available

i drew this several years ago as part of a larger project, but rediscovered it recently and decided to share.

[imalayla]

Pity party.

I wish I was in a normal place where I could say my dogs are helping me heal from Layla dying but they aren't. Nothing is. They are nice dogs that I care about, but they're just there. They help fill the hole but it isn't healing me.

Grief has twisted me into an ugly, numb shell of who I used to be. It's broken me in ways I never expected. And now I can't even be open about it with other real human beings because of the shame I feel over it. It's embarrassing talking about it, it's embarrassing admitting how much pain I am in constantly, and how much I do to numb that pain.

She was just a damn dog! Why was she any different than any of the other dogs I've lived with. Why can't I love them like I loved her. Why do heart dogs even exist if the only thing they do is ruin you when they're gone. Why can't my current dogs be enough for me.

I spent her birthday crying, numbing myself out, watching movies, and sleeping. I'm not home so I couldn't visit any of our hiking haunts. I didn't know how to celebrate it. I put to much pressure on myself to make it meaningful then nothing actually happened. I didn't even give my dogs a special meal like I wanted to. I wanna go home and get lost in the woods and find her.

The original plan was to make a memorial stepping stone, but I forgot all my supplies at home. Nothing else really felt right.

At least lure coursing starts up in a few weeks so I can use that to fill the hole again.

[leextacy]

[yagirlsars]

“I crave conversations that will never take place.”

the grief that ruins me