It's been awhile since my last confession - I mean, post. Freudian slip there! Well, not really. I suppose these posts are like confessions. They're certainly the truth, at least as I see/feel it at the time of writing. I haven't posted on here in a while for a few reasons. Work has gotten in…
Monster mum
Some people would call me a monster, I did kill my son after all. But what if I told you I loved my son and killing him was the best thing I ever did for both of us? I’m not even sure if that’s true, but I want it to be and maybe that’s good…
Courageously Broken
Ahem, soooo, I have gotten two or three comments recently telling me how 'strong' I am or must be. These have come via social media channels, but I have had it said to my face over the years as well, and it's got me thinking. I want to be very clear, I am enormously grateful…
A conversation of death with a 5 year old
For a five year old, Benjamin is pretty clued up about death and grief. Just over two years ago, his baby sister, Luna, died. Since that moment - actually, even before we knew she was definitely going to die, he was a part of the story. Both of my parents have died, Dad when I…
When dad died
A friend of mine sent me a link to Cariad Lloyd's podcast, Griefcast, the other week. I would highly recommend it to anyone who is either a part of this weird club (Cariad's words, not mine!) or is possibly supporting someone who is in the club. I've put a link at the end of this…