“you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you”
finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever
Vice President Joe Biden, in a moving speech to families of fallen troops on Friday, recounted the dark days following the tragic deaths of his wife and daughter and talked about having thoughts of suicide.
This is a really moving piece, but especially for anyone who’s struggled with depression and thoughts of suicide. The thing that pulled Biden out of his depression was when a senator called him and gave him the idea for a grief logbook:
The caller told Biden to start marking in a calendar each day how he felt, and that, after a few months, he would find that he still had dark days but that they would grow fewer and further apart.
“He said, ‘That’s when you know you’re going to make it,’’” Biden said.
he is the best “loose cannon” vp/2nd 1st lady.
When he died, his wife commissioned this sculpture, as an expression of her love for him:
Location: Mt Macedon Cemetery in Victoria, Australia
Beautiful. <3
This song is relevant. Don’t know if she knew this one, but it fits.
Iam so sad about Ben Breedlove. I watched the video he left for the world to see, and him seeing me in detail, in his vision really warmed my heart. I broke down, Iam to tears because I hate how life is so unfair. This has really touched my heart in a way I cant describe, this is why I do what I do. Why I write my life, and why I love you all so much. Life is really fucked up sometimes, but I know Ben is at Peace, and I hope he gets a chance to sit and talk with my Dad. We love you Ben. Forever. Thank you for loving me. To Ben’s family, you raised a real hero, he’s definately mine. You have my love.
Scott Mescudi
This Too Shall Pass…Right? (London, 2009)
We’ve survived Thanksgiving. Now what?
The December holidays are on their way. A post I wrote on Widowed Village earlier this year explores the feelings of first holidays without a lost loved one.
“I didn’t just marry my husband, I married the holidays. There was no way around it. No ‘sitting this one out.’ My ‘why-bother?’ self was bombarded with celebrations. My new husband and his family lived by the mantra that ‘holidays are for the kids’—and I had kids.”
“Oh, how I wish it was just another day, like it was in my angsty young adulthood. But, it won’t be just another day…because of him, because of his family, because ‘holidays are for the kids’—for better or worse.”
Questions to ponder:
Think about the person/people you have lost. How did they change the holidays for you when they were alive? How have the holidays changed since their loss?
If you want to share, tweet your answer to me @atsirkdeer with hashtag #griefsgiving, or post to the Griefsgiving Facebook page.
