July 31, 2014


When it rains, it pours.

I’m not great at dealing with things when I’m upset. I’m strong and cope incredibly well for so long, but when the storm settles the smallest things trigger me to be upset. Sometimes the whole world feels like it’s coming down on me.

Today wasn’t a bad day. But it wasn’t a good day either. I miss having the great days. The days that when you go to bed, you wake up the next day still smiling. It’s hard to have those days after everything that’s happened. I know they will come back. Eventually.

Right now when it’s good, it’s okay. When it’s bad, everything hurts. It’s hard to stay positive when what brought so much love and light into your life has been taken away.

I’ll work it out.

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July 27, 2014


A month ago today I lost the sunshine in my life. Love you forever Mum.

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July 23, 2014


My brothers are pretty cool sometimes.

My brothers are pretty cool sometimes.

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July 22, 2014


Lost in translation

Moving your life on after losing someone close is not as straight forward as I once thought. I’m a logical person. I think about things in a logical way. I write everything down, devise a plan, and execute.

I find myself tripping up a lot. It’s hard to shake out the daily habits involving them. I can’t just quickly call to say how my day was. That’s gone forever.

It’s now changed from being all about them and the loss of their lives, and is now focused on me. I need to get myself together. They wouldn’t want me dragging behind. They would want me to rise above it all.

It’s a lot harder than I thought.

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July 15, 2014


The loss of another

My Oma (German for ‘grandma’) passed away two days ago. I’m not going to write much more about loss for the moment. Too much has happened in the past 4 weeks and honestly I need to keep my head up.

Life, give me a break please.

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July 12, 2014


July 11, 2014


Thomas Edison’s last words were ‘It’s very beautiful over there’. I don’t know where there is, but I believe it’s somewhere, and I hope it’s beautiful.

John Green, Looking for Alaska

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July 10, 2014


Staying positive is the key.

A part of being a strong person isn’t about fighting away the demons. It’s about staying in the light when darkness surrounds you. It’s about knowing that it’s okay to fall apart. Falling apart isn’t weak.

We muster strength from the strangest of places. For me, I get it from my friends and my own self-worth. When you’ve been knocked down before you can build yourself up again just as fragile, or you make yourself stronger with self-worth. If you believe that you are worthy of happiness, it will follow.

I know the passing of my mother and close friend is a dark time, but neither of them would want it to consume me. I know, and they know that I am worth far more than that, wherever they may be. Staying positive is the key.

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July 2, 2014


It is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are.

Mewtwo

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July 1, 2014


The secret diary of my mother.

Today I was given a box of things that my mother left for me. Inside were many cards, photos, letters, tapes, but most importantly, about 30 years worth of diaries.

Much like myself, my mother wrote diary entries and had been doing so for most of her life. Pulling them out, I ordered them by date so I can read through them easily. Flicking through a few random pages, it all got a bit much for me. I don’t think I’m ready to read them just yet; I’ll box them up for a later date. I need time to heal before I open up fresh wounds. Mum hasn’t had an easy life and I don’t think I’m ready to read all about it. Not yet.

Pictured below is my mother, about the age of 20, and my father at my age (24), both found in the box.

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