every day is Father's Day when you're grieving your Dad
I posted my first blogs about grief over two years ago, and reading them back feels like a slightly out of body experience. For a split second I think aww bless her until quickly remembering that the girl I’m feeling for is me… Before losing my Dad, my biggest struggles were stressing about whether to go out on a Thursday or Friday night, the occasional stomach bug from travels that were always worth it, or whether the boy I liked was texting me back. Admittedly, my life was fortunate, convenient, and uncomplicated for 22 years. I say ‘admittedly’ almost apologetically as if there is something wrong with that, when of course there isn’t - it seems the only person I’m apologising to is my current self. If you’re reading this and you met me for the first time in 2024, I likely owe you an apology for unsolicitedly trauma dumping on you. Uber drivers, hairdressers, shop assistants, and truthfully even the odd job interviewer were all unsuspecting victims. But I imagine if you’...