Now that I’ve taken care of the business of death, I no longer need to numb myself from the pain of loss. Now I cry. Softly. Quietly. The tears roll down my cheeks. I miss my dad. I really miss…
Listening to jazz as I grieve my father’s death.
Unlike grief theories that propose defined stages, grief is not linear, nor is it universal. We grieve differently. Now I feel nothing. I’m numb. My psychologist describes it as “taking care of business,” reframing what I’m going through, my coping…
My father passed away. His illness and death took us by surprise. We had no idea that he had lung cancer, nor that his infection was severe, until last week. Thank you for your love, support, and prayers.
When I was a little girl, at bedtime I sent my prayers to the dead. One at a time, I sent them my love, hugs, and kisses. Eventually, I tired, sent a big hug to everyone else, and fell asleep.…
My father was hospitalized last night for complications from a skin infection. Your prayers and best wishes are welcomed and greatly appreciated. Thank you.
Intuitive book coaching session. Overcome writer’s block. Fight with words.
Published Blogging for Bipolar Mental Health today! Visit Amazon.com/author/kittomalley. So excited!