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June 6, 2016

We’ve passed the seven month mark. Seven months since Mum died. I’m not sure when I’ll stop counting these milestones. Maybe it’ll happen when things get easier. I’m not sure it’s getting any easier yet, in some ways it’s getting harder. The day Mum died was hard, but...

April 9, 2016

I'm having a bit of an identity crisis. I've always defined myself by what I do, or how I relate to others, but it all seems to be a bit mixed up right now.

 

I'm not at uni, so I'm not a student. I am working, so I am employed, but only one day a week, so that always le...

February 19, 2016

This weekend, I haven't been all that well. This isn't unheard of or anything - throughout Mum's illness, I had a couple of periods where I fell ill. Whether it be a standard bug going round, leaving me bedbound and anti-food for a few days, an exciting late-night A&E...

January 29, 2016

 

I started planning moving away to university months before it happened. After sixth form, I took a gap year, so by the spring before I went to uni, I knew for certain which university I would be going to and what I would be studying. My birthday is in March and I'd as...

January 14, 2016

When Naomi was in her second year at uni, her Mum was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Before long, her uni life went on hold and becoming a young carer took over. 

I remember the day Mum stopped being able to walk. I had to help her from her bed to her chair and wheel...

December 23, 2015

Christmas has always been a special time of year in our household. Aside from the fact that my parents are both Christian, we've grown up in a little village, so Christmas has always involved the primary school nativity, the church party and carol service, and the vica...

December 14, 2015

There's a mess in my head. It's some sort of combination of anxiety, grief, hurt, and about a trillion thoughts swirling and mixing and bashing into each other.

 

I both need people more than I have ever needed them in my life, and can't stand to need. I need people to c...

December 4, 2015

I'm lucky. Really lucky. I have a place at a good university, I'm allowed an education, I have a loving family. I feel safe when walking down the street, I'm allowed to learn to drive, I have access to food, water, clothes, and pretty much anything else I need.

 

I don't...

November 24, 2015

It's been a month since Mum died. Thirty-one days. Seven hundred and seventy-four hours. Four thousand, four hundred and 60 minutes.

 

It feels like a long time, as though it's been years, but also feels as though she could have died yesterday or last week. If there's on...