I’ve experienced all kind of loss in my life. Most people have. My mom was diagnosed with a terminal illness when I was a teenager, and passed within a few years. I lost an Uncle, who was my sort of replacement father, shortly before that. My best friend was killed in a car accident just after Christmas 2016.
But there are more types of loss than death. Relationships end, or people aren’t who you thought they were. Sometimes you have to remove people from your life for your own health and sanity. You lose jobs, you move. Life goes on.
Some selections include Trigger Warnings for descriptions of sexual assault and domestic violence.
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Journaling can help in practising mindfulness and work through trauma and even day-to-day mundane problems.
An open letter to my husband’s mother, Eileen, who was taken from this world far too soon. I wrote this to her before I married her son.
Six is a poem about missing my mother six years after she passed. I honor her in special ways, like wearing her jewelry. But sometimes time doesn’t heal.
Mommah is an open letter to my mother on a Christmas 5 years after her death. It’s about the wounds that persist from watching her fight her illness.
Distance is a poem about how we measure time and space, and their implications. It compares the loss of a loved one with a long distance relationship.
Behind my eyes is a poem about sleep paralysis and nightmares, even waking ones. It explores the implications of PTSD and insomnia.
Better than Yesterday is a poem about becoming better than who you were. I also write about the effect the loss of my mother has on my perspective.