A sibling may be the keeper of one’s identity, the only person with the keys to one’s unfettered, more fundamental self. ~ Marian...

In 1997, my Dad took his own life. The shock of it felt physical and I still vividly remember the feeling of the world falling away...

Author: Nina Praske My beautiful son Over homemade soup in a little independent vegetarian café (not a greasy spoon) my son said to me ‘I...

I just wanted to say thank you to The Loss Project for allowing me some space to write about grief and loss My name is Brett and I became...

On the night that Peggy Mitchell's funeral aired on EastEnders, my mother-in-law Eileen found herself unable to lift herself off the...

Art helped me face the storm of grief It is a calm winter day with a deceitful sun barely touching the frosty ground. Inside me, there is...

56% of employees would consider leaving a job if their employer did not give proper support after a bereavement (Thompson, 2013). The...

Christmas is a time for all the family! Except that half of my family is dead. My sister in 2003 at the age of 27, my mother in 2017 at...

Tradition Christmas, a time where we can slow the pace down, and spend time with family. It can be fun and easy for some, the traditions...

When I was 30 years old my mother was diagnosed with lung cancer, at first it seemed like she would have the required treatments but...

We're supporting The Good Grief Trust's campaign to #spreadthewarmth this year. It can be a very lonely and long road when you're...

For Frances: love, life and getting lost in the dark ‘Grief, I find, is a funny thing’ ‘Where is she?’ I asked myself, wading through the...

I loved autumn when I was small. It was all the colours, the crisp smoky air, and the thrill of being out in the dark on Bonfire Night...

Author: Adrian Ashton Written 23 July 2021, Published 5/11/21 We never think it will happen to us – that we’ll be the one who dies first...

My cancer journey started back in 2008 when I was told I need to have a mastectomy. It felt surreal like it was happening to someone else...

It was 6.45pm on a regular Wednesday evening. I’d spent a productive day working from home in my NHS job and I’d started to cook a...

At my lowest ebb, I found hope in wickedly funny Leah, who lit up the crisis centre where we met. But just months later, she was dead....

Dear you, I know you’re wondering how you will ever be okay again. How you’ll stand up, how you’ll smile, how a day will ever go by...

In a year of unbelievable upheaval and loss, it’s no surprise so many of us are burned out. Beyond burned out, really. The pandemic...

The Internal Conflict Caused by My Mother’s death. It wasn’t my mother’s death that made me feel sick, that had been expected, it was the...