To My Fellow Grief Sharers

I started this blog back in June 2020, and with it, I started an Instagram account. Over the past few months, I have been blessed to be a part of the Instagram grief community. Today’s blog post is in honour of all the amazing men and women who I’ve gotten to know over the past few months and who are unapologetically sharing their experiences with grief.

I started writing about my grief the day my mother and father died. It was the only way I knew how to express the confusion I was going through. The older I got, the more I relied on writing to offload and make my struggles just a tad bit more “bearable”. In my early twenties, (I can’t believe I’m saying this! When did all these years go by?!) I started a blog on which I wrote about anything and everything, but I always found myself circling back to writing about my grief. Somehow, most of what I wrote was linked to my grief and my experiences as an orphan.

Many people in my “real life” community do not understand why I continue to write about grief. Some think that I am “stuck in the past” while others think that sharing grief experiences is “toxic”. Some of these people are not ill-intentioned; not all. However, it has been difficult to push through whilst being so misunderstood and surrounded by so much judgement and distaste for what I do.

Why do I write about grief? Simply put, I write because it is the only way I know how to express myself. I write because it brings me peace. I write because it is my life’s purpose to share my experiences in order to bring hope to others; hope that there is indeed sunshine after the storm.   

Finding like-minded people online who are as passionate about sharing their grief as I am has been such a breath of fresh air. After feeling misunderstood for years, it is refreshing to see that there is a whole world of people out there who believe in “normalising grief”. Thanks to them, I finally feel “normal”. Thanks to them, I finally know that there is absolutely nothing wrong with me. Learning about other people’s experiences with loss and grief has helped me learn a lot about myself and has improved my mental and emotional well-being.

In the midst of all the pushback (and people flat-out telling me to stop blogging), I am grateful for every single person who has found some sort of hope, positivity and inspiration from my blog. I write for me, and I write for each and every one of you. In the midst of all the taboos and misinformation around the subject of grief, I am grateful for every single person who has shared their story.