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GRIEF WITHOUT PILLS(Post)
My sister the psychiatrist has a favorite expression: “Prozac should be in our water supply. We all need some.”It seems everyone these days is on some type of antidepressant. I hear it discussed in th
Til Death Do Us Part: I’ll Put on My Clothes (Post)Geralyn Stephens-Gunn, EdDIt’s my birthday! It is a beautiful July summer day and I am so excited to see what the day holds. I arise. I fed and let the dogs out. Once they are situated, I begin my
Life In Words: My Mother’s Handwriting(Post)It gets better in ways but not exactly. Nine months after we sat by her bedside just two days after she entered the hospital and watched her last breath, I can now flip through photographs and see fra
Grief’s Deliverance(Post)I first met Matt and Dylan at a summer soccer camp when I was in 3rd grade many years ago. My family had just moved to this new town, and I knew nobody. My shy demeanor and sheepish personality certai
Traumatic Shock(Post)Nothing in my fourteen-year hospice career ever could have prepared me for June 9, 2005, when my mother and my two adult children were flown to Shock Trauma in critical condition following a motor veh
WHEN TOM LEFT, I CRIED(Post)WHEN TOM LEFT, I CRIEDBob BaugherWe hugged good-bye on the porch. As he carried his suitcases to the car, my throat was tight as tears streamed down my face. He lifted the hatchback lid, placed the su
PAINFUL POWER(Post)Painful Power-Kristen Ladetto“There are two types of pain, one that hurts you and the other that changes you.” –AnonymousRecognizing that my pain is my power is a long, never ending, tedious, and grue
GRIEVING IS HARD! PLEASE DON'T MAKE IT HARDER FOR ME!(Post)On January 17, 2016 at 1:30 AM I watched my father enter the gates of heaven after a 7 year battle with Stage 4 base of the tongue cancer. While his death was “beautiful” his battle was horrific. My f
Rebranding Grief and Cultivating a New, Refreshing Grief Culture (Post)by Bridget Bagely and Hogan Hilling On August 28, 2023 Time Magazine published an article “America Has Reached Peak Therapy. Why Is Our Mental Health Getting Worse?” It stated “As more people flock
In Grief and in Joy...Telling Your Story(Post)People love to hear our stories. It’s part of our innate curiosity. It reveals who we are, and where we came from. It is a record of how we got to where we are right now. Stories are repeated and may
Grief Diary, Backwards(Post)I’m going to start backwards. Not that I’m healed, far from it, but it only seems logical to take my life now as a given, or at least as a reality, and reflect on what I’ve gone through over the past
Paint your Holiday the Way you Want it to Be(Post)(the Norman Rockwell way)Shirley’s husband of forty-two years died suddenly of a heart condition. Brittany’s husband has served in the U.S. Army in Iraq for the past nine months. This was supposed to
Sometimes You Don’t Get Second Chances (Post)A message about suicide by Nan Zastrow, Wausau, WIThis is an encore article. It was published in Grief Digest in 2005 shortly after the death of our son, Chad Zastrow, as a result of suicide. These we
THE WIDOW’S KNOT (Post)Silent Suffering By Linda Donart YoungOn the inside, I’ve wanted to write this for years. On the outside I continue to smile and ignore the knot inside of me screaming “you must tell.” The knot co
Secluded This First Year(Post)I am on that long walk home. You ran ahead of me and your footsteps now echo the journey I must follow... Terri DreismeierSecluded This First YearI am bitterly cold; the brutality of the winds was
SINGING THEIR SONG(Post)After my two eldest children, 21-year-old Denis and 19-year-old Peggy, were killed in an automobile accident, I didn’t have a clue how I could keep their memories alive. As I was sorting through their
Seeking the Silver Lining in Grief(Post)“Understanding why they're suffering can help, as can talking to others and trying to resolve issues that cause significant emotional pain, such as feeling guilty for a loved one's death.”Support and
A Class Act(Post)© Iris Waichler A cloud of cigarette smoke stood stationary as my mother held court at our kitchen table. It hung in the air surrounding the overhead hanging light. The smoke cloud was ever present
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