There is a part of me that feels guilty when I’m breaking down in tears because I read in the news that someone I have never met has died. I feel ashamed for grieving over a stranger, when those who knew them are probably going through the worst time in
My life did not end with my father, as much as it felt like it did at the time.
So here is the thing, the real bit of advice I want you all to know; don’t be afraid to live, because the best way to honour death, is with life.
Grief is a feeling, it’s a state, but it’s not supposed to be a conversation starter.
Many people get to prepare for the deaths of their loved ones. Suicide doesn’t give you that option.
Being an advocate isn’t about starting rallies and fighting battles. It’s about using your voice to let your thoughts and feelings be known. It’s offering a hand to the people who are drowning, and a voice to those who cannot find theirs.
If I had three wishes from a genie, I’d probably spend one of those wishes on a good nights sleep.
MHFA is timeless, it will be valid for the rest of your life. It helps you grow as a person but you will also learn to be more empathic to your friends and family, and even yourself.
Anxiety is a powerful thing. I know what’s realistic, I know what’s irrational and I know these are just thoughts; but anxiety doesn’t care about facts and ultimately, he’s got more power over me than cold hard facts.