Loss can affect everyone differently, and there’s no right way to process it.
This space is for anyone dealing with grief, whether it’s recent or something you’ve carried for a long time.
Share memories, feelings, or simply sit with others who understand.
Ten years ago, I lost my dad. A whole decade. In some ways, it feels like it happened just yesterday; in others, it feels like a lifetime ago. For years, I thought "coping" meant fighting the grief whiles of pushing my way through the pain so I could appear "okay" to the rest of the world. If you are currently trying so hard to cope that you feel like you’re breaking, I want to share a few things I learned over the last ten years. My hope is that my journey can offer a little bit of breathing room for yours.
Here is the brutal truth I learned: You cannot outwork grief..
The harder I fought to keep the sadness below the surface, the more exhausting it became. Grief isn’t a test you can pass by trying harder; it’s an experience you have to live through. When I stopped fighting the waves and just let them wash over me, the drowning feeling finally started to ease. Sometimes you just have to allow your body to heal naturally rather than doing it for others.
Thank you for sharing something so raw and honest. In a world where people feel pressured to appear "okay", reminders like this give others permission to breathe, to feel and to understand that they are not alone in what they are carrying.
Your words will resonate with more people than you may realise. Grief has a way of making us feel like we have to stay strong for everyone else, as though showing the weight of our pain somehow means we are failing. But the truth is, surviving loss is not about hiding the hurt, it's about learning to carry it with kindness toward yourself.
What you said about not being able to "outwork grief" is incredibly powerful too. So many people exhaust themselves trying to silence emotions that simply need to be felt. Healing is rarely linear and there is no deadline for missing someone you love. Some days the waves are calm and some days they crash without any warning. However, neither makes you weak ❤️
Hey guys, im Amira i writting this to let those who have dealt with parently loss.
14 years, my life was just me, my nan and my aunty ushma. My dad walked out before i was even born he never cared. I always knew my mum died when i was a baby, but i never knew how.
i was 10 when i found out the truth about my mum, my mum had cervical cancer, she was so sick and when i was a few months old she took her own life. Finding this out completly broke my heart but i was only a kid and still am, i never really knew how to deal with this. Some days the loneliness is so heavy i can barely breathe but deep down my aunty ushma has been my rock and she has been the mother figure to me but i know it can never be the same.
Thank you for opening up and sharing something so personal. No child should ever have to carry that kind of weight, especially at such a young age. Finding out the truth must have been incredibly overwhelming, confusing, and heartbreaking.
The loneliness you describe is something many people who experience parental loss silently carry every single day. It can leave questions, emptiness, sadness, anger, and moments where you feel completely disconnected from others around you. Those feelings are real and you don't need to hide them.
At the same time, it is beautiful to hear how much your aunty Ushma has stood beside you. While nobody can ever replace your mum, having someone who chose to love, protect, and support you through the hardest parts of your life matters more than words can explain. That kind of care can become a light in even the darkest moments.
Please remember this: you are not alone in your grief, we are all now by your side and you do not have to carry it in silence. Your story matters. Your feelings matter. And despite everything you have been through, your life still holds value, purpose, and the possibility of healing one step at a time. ❤️