grief

Losing a family member is one of the most traumatic life events; Families must support one another to endure the five stages of grief and get through it together.

  • Lilly Tairi
    Published 5 days ago
    My Story

    My Story

    Hello, my name is Lilithea Marie-Kathrine(Kat-reen) Adasia. I am going on 35 and have the most wonderful partner in my life that has been at my side for 10+ years and counting. I have been in remission from cancer for a little over a year. I am educated. Have an alright family, I mean I can't lie. There are a few apples on this tree we have tried to nudge out of the orchard, but what family doesn't have at least one? Overall, it seems like a great life, but deep in the center is a huge dark void. A black hole, slowly sucking everything into it and I can't find anything to fill it, to plug it, to satisfy its voracious hunger of everything else in my life. I know what caused it, I know what is supposed to be there, but life, as fickle as it is, has chosen to leave my life void of what it needs.
  • Yaiza López
    Published 5 days ago
    Hospital Goodbyes

    Hospital Goodbyes

    She looked at the clock while having a sip of the hot coffee she bought from the machine in the office. It was disgusting, but it would at least give her enough strength to get through the hours that she had left. Just two more and then Friday would be over. She could only think of what she was going to have for dinner, followed by getting into bed to watch a random show on Netflix—something that would make her forget about the day.
  • Bella Tittle
    Published 11 days ago
    The Way It Should Be

    The Way It Should Be

    October 31st, 2013.
  • Sam H Arnold
    Published 15 days ago
    The Grief of Being Told You Can't Have a Family

    The Grief of Being Told You Can't Have a Family

    When I was 34, I found out the chances of me having children was very low. It broke my heart into a million pieces.
  • Acacia J.
    Published 17 days ago
    Shattered Beneath It All

    Shattered Beneath It All

    My brother passed away August 2019 and it wasn't until then that I realized I was broken. While that hurts me to acknowledge it's something I've had to come to terms with and accept. This was the reality that lied beneath.
  • Angela Brigance-Vance
    Published 22 days ago
    A Daughter's First Love

    A Daughter's First Love

    I lost my father on December 10th, 2018, 14 days before my birthday, and two months and one day after his. I began telling the story the day he was diagnosed with cancer as a means to process the news, and saved it to go back to visit. Before I could work on it the next day, he lost his fight, and it would be ten months before I would be strong enough to complete it (Find Part 1 here). This will tell the story of his last days.
  • Joseph Webb
    Published 26 days ago
    The Alley

    The Alley

    Cigarette smoke billowed and followed AC drafts from the ceiling above, searing the eyes of children and seniors alike. Whirling electronic sounds escaped the murmuring machines, as teenagers to the next lane appeared to be having the time of their lives—perhaps even the highlight of their lives. We devoured the pitchers of beer, to stomach the onslaught of laughter and those crackling, cacophonous sounds. Each strike, spare, or even gutter ball were announced to the lounge, as if the bowling alley had transformed into an arcade on steroids. Laughter penetrated any reflection of what had transpired two nights ago. Velda, Joshua, and his girlfriend could not help but notice my existential unease—my detachment. In that moment, I realized this could not happen to my family, rather, time and space were illusions—manmade constructs to ease the understanding of physics, to laymen and scholars alike. I felt somewhere—somehow—Ella was with me. I could still smell her locks of hair. I heard her call my name from the back of the alley. She was there. She had never truly left—or so I would not accept.
  • Jessica Grace Raso
    Published 28 days ago
    Retail Therapy in a Necklace (or Two)

    Retail Therapy in a Necklace (or Two)

    A couple months after my hysterectomy, a mom at the park casually asked me how many kids I want to have. It was too soon, I had no quippy answer prepared to shrug off the question, and it caught me off guard. I ended up telling her everything that happened to me, and she reciprocated with stories of her own postpartum experiences. I am grateful for sisterhood, motherhood, personhood. Grateful to wear the marks of what it took to bring my children into this world. Grateful to be surrounded by supportive people who make space for me to express my hurt and confusion out loud.
  • Angela Brigance-Vance
    Published about a month ago
    A Girl's First Love...

    A Girl's First Love...

    Yesterday was a day I will never forget. My dad had been in and out of the hospital over the last few weeks for having his blood sugar going from dangerously high to plummeting dangerously low as we introduced insulin. It was so hard to get regulated it seemed, and adding to the stress was the fear of every dose of insulin given, he could end up in hypoglycemic shock. I was wearing out. We finally got it regulated, and I felt like I could breathe again.
  • Eleonora Zanni
    Published about a month ago
    You Left Me in the Dark

    You Left Me in the Dark

    It happened at night.
  • Rachael
    Published about a month ago
    Loss

    Loss

    Part 1: Growing Up
  • Rosa Online
    Published about a month ago
    Lose

    Lose

    There are many kinds of losses, from losing a shoe or a phone but in worst cases, a loss is losing someone, maybe a friend through an argument or a death in your family.