Silence is Noisy
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...
The Great Grief Identity Crisis
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...
It's Horrible Feeling Ill, and Worse When You Can't Even Text Your Mum
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...
Two Very Different Moves
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...
What it's like to care for a terminally ill parent where you're at University
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...
When Cancer Meets Christmas
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...
There's a mess in my head
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...
You Don't Know How Lucky You Are
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...
One month without Mum
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...
Funerals Are Weird
Mum's funeral was last Friday. We chose to have a small service at the crematorium in the morning followed by a larger thanksgiving...
