Mar 28

Perhaps “Sad” isn’t the Right Word

I have most likely used the word “sad” when speaking on grief, but perhaps “sad” isn’t the right word. In today’s blog post, I’d like to exp

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Mar 28

Perhaps “Sad” isn’t the Right Word

I have most likely used the word “sad” when speaking on grief, but perhaps “sad” isn’t the right word. In today’s blog post, I’d like to exp

Mar 7

To My Fellow Grief Sharers

Today’s blog post is in honour of all the amazing men and women who are unapologetically sharing their experiences with grief.

Feb 13

18 Years Later… Has My Grief Reached the Age of Majority? (An Open Letter)

Do 18 years mean that my grief has reached the age of majority? Do 18 years mean that the pain of losing you will become less intense? Do 18

Feb 7

Love Does Not Die

Today I’d like to briefly talk about how my two-year-old daughter is teaching me about a significant aspect of my grief. Enjoy!

Jan 10

Sometimes there is no "positive"

Sometimes grief really brings me to my knees. Sometimes there is just no positive...

Dec 20, 2020

A New Layer to my Grief

I never knew that becoming a parent would alter my grief and orphanhood experience, yet here I am with a two-year-old daughter and a...

Nov 15, 2020

For me to BE, they WERE

... This brings me to the topic of today’s blog post – realising that my parents will always be a part of me.

Oct 21, 2020

To the Sister I’ll Never Know

Poem in honour of my sister, Grace, who passed away in 1992. She was only 4 years old (and i was just a baby)...

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Hi there! My name is Stella, and welcome to Orphan Writes.

I was born in the early 90s to Congolese (DRC) parents in the heart of Johannesburg, South Africa. Ten years later, both my parents died in a car accident on the SAME DAY. Parentless, my childhood turned into a nightmare - hunger, poverty, abuse, molestation, suicide attempts, depression...

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Perhaps “Sad” isn’t the Right Word

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Perhaps “Sad” isn’t the Right Word

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Sometimes there is no "positive"

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To the Sister I’ll Never Know

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