My father died not quite two weeks ago, on Sunday 3rd May. He was aged 88. He was with fellow walkers from The Arthur Ransome Society (TARS), of which dad…
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Trigger Warning: this piece references suicide, death, grief and loss Today is 1st May, which in France means Labour Day, Fête du Travail. It is also my Granny May’s birthday.…
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A few days ago, it was 13th April. Thirty years since I married Mike (13th April 1996), and nine years since we held his funeral (13th April 2017). Both momentous…
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I am sitting in bed feeling simply bereft. These past few nights, I’ve managed a few hours of sleep until 3 a.m., then been awake. Last night I slept until…
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Exactly two hundred years before my husband Mike died in 2017, John Keats was writing about a capacity I would start to need in buckets. He called it negative capability.…
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We are told that grief should be a journey—one with meaning, transformation, resolution. A story that moves from devastation to insight, from darkness to wisdom, from suffering to strength. But…
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These past few weeks, I have been in frequent contact with people facing the final days, the last hours, or the immediate aftermath of losing a loved one. Yes, in…
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The great wheel keeps on turning, and here we are at Imbolc—that quiet, liminal space between winter’s stillness and the first stirrings of spring. The season of still-waiting. Of not-yet.…
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The death of someone you love deeply is devastating, but when it’s by suicide, the Grief can take on a complexity that feels unbearable. The suddenness, the unanswered questions, and…
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Some months ago, back in August, I had my first Psilocybin experience – aka Magic Mushrooms. Unlike my previous adventures with expanded states of consciousness – whether legal or not…
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