Category: Grief
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I've Been Quiet Lately
I’ve been quiet lately. Out of commission. Taking it easy. This holiday season brings tough firsts. First Thanksgiving since my father died in April. First Christmas coming up. My sister and I plan to remember him and observe our family Christmas traditions. We need each other. We miss our dad. Seasonal affective disorder hit hard,…
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Grieving
Grieving, not depressed. No bipolar depression. No depressive thought process. Just grief. Just a deep overwhelming feeling of loss. I miss my father. Miss him deeply and dearly. Going to individual therapy and taking my medications for bipolar disorder, but now may be time for additional support, time for a grief support group, preferrably one led by an excellent…
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Our Beloved Dog Thumper Passed Away
Our grief deepens with another loss. This time of our beloved labradoodle Thumper.
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Grief — Moving Forward
Wednesday my mother gave me artwork and books to remove from her room, the room she formerly shared with my father. My sister and I grew up with this prayer prominently displayed. I will give the original to my sister to remember our father. The Arabian horses graced the wall above my father’s desk. I…
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Should I Change My Book?
As I’ve grieved my father’s recent death, I’ve thought about updating my book. Not right away. Maybe I’m just trying to get my mind off his passing. Still, please help me decide. Here’s the thing: my blog subtitle reads “Love, Learn & Live with Bipolar Disorder,” and my book title is Blogging for Bipolar Mental Health. Though…
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Grief is a Blessing
There is something both beautiful and sorrowful when someone or something dies. Something spiritual lives on. Love persists and is a blessing. –Kitt O’Malley
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Happy Father's Day to My Departed Father and to My Husband
Blessed with fond memories of my father, a loving father and grandfather. Grateful to have my husband, a loving and devoted father, by my side. That baby boy is now 6′ tall!
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Tears Quietly Roll
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 him.