The main reason I started Life Unedited was to share the ups and downs of life, without the filters and free from editing. I find, in the same way that I’m sure many of you do, that too much of social media can be little more than a highlight real. It’s only natural to want to share life’s joys – and these can certainly be something wonderful to inspire us. But it’s the more challenging, darker moments that often offer the truest and most valuable of connections.
In that regard, there’s something that I want to share with you all here in our little corner of the Internet. I’ve umm’ed and ah’ed about how best to do this, trust me this isn’t the first post I’ve written to share my story. I decided that it’s best to just keep it raw and simple.
At the beginning of September last year I lost my mum. This was a complete shock to me, despite battling with multiple sclerosis for well over a decade it was totally unanticipated by us all. I won’t go into the full story behind all of that here, as I don’t feel it is fully my story to tell. At least not at the moment anyhow. What I will share however, is what happened next.
The last 7 months have been the hardest and strangest I’ve ever had to face in my 25 years on this planet. From the initial aftermath and pure shock and confusion at what had happened. To the unbelievable amount of administration and form filling required after the passing of a loved one. I took 5 days off work (which seems like a ridiculously short amount of time in reflection now) and all of these were filled with organising and bureaucracy.
Since then, life has been a rollercoaster. Some days I’ve barely had enough energy to function, as I’ve alluded to here before. Other days have been lighter, filled with trips down memory lane and laughter and smiles.
I’ve learnt a lot in the last few months, and will certainly be sharing more of my experiences here on the blog. I think grief, like many personal and intimate issues, isn’t talked about enough. I, for one, have found great comfort in sharing my thoughts and feelings with friends who have experienced similar loss. And truly I hope that more people continue to open up about these things.
One thing has been constant throughout this time, however, and that is love. The love for my mum. The love of near strangers. And the love of those I love, who have picked me up more times than I care to remember over the past 7 months.