One for those who have lost someone close to them.
I am, and let’s just start by saying this because it should be said from the beginning, absolutely terrible at keeping blogs. Absolutely terrible. There, forewarned is forearmed.
My brother died almost two and a half years ago. The event has completely reshaped my life. Luke is on my mind now all the time; he is the first thought when I wake up, the last thought before I sleep. I feel constantly compelled to tell people around me that I haven’t forgotten him. It’s like I’m afraid of their judgement: if I don’t remind them that Luke’s loss is still prevalent, they will think I’m selfish and wrapped completely in the progression of my own life. But I can’t talk about him too much, because the flip side of that coin is that people might then think I’m not dealing with my grief, that my mental health might not be…
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