When I first started writing about my grief over losing my dad this spring and my mom 10 years ago, I was scared, nervous, depressed, sad, etc. But, this was something my therapist assigned me to do as part of my grief therapy. I was scared that no one would care.
As a 25-year-old orphan, I felt very alone. I felt like I was much too young to be going through what I was going through. I mean what other 25-year-olds have to sit through the reading of their parents’ will and estate? What other 25-year-old has to talk to their parents’ life insurance and retirement companies about paying for a funeral and getting the death benefits?
As I was saying, I felt alone. I live alone and have no parents. I know not much about life yet and am even still trying to figure out who I am. My therapist made me start writing about my grief. He made me reach out to see if I could find someone that is like me. Someone that knows grief and is my age. I didn’t expect this to happen, but I took his advice and started to write about what is going on in my grief.
To my surprise, this blog has been a MAJOR blessing to me. I have jumped dramatically in likes, followers, and readers. I started following you all back and realized that I am not alone. My reader started filling with posts of others dealing with grief. I came to realize that other people do know what I am going through. I am not alone. Other people understand. So, I want to send out a HUGE thank you to everyone who has started following me and to everyone I am following. Thank you for helping me understand that I am not alone in this grief process. And please do understand that you are not alone in your grief. I understand what you are going through and am here to provide any support you may need. Just reach on out! We are together in this process and we are strong.