After my dad died in 2016 I found myself struggling to communicate my emotions. At the time I didn’t know many people who had experienced the death of a loved one let alone the death of a parent. To say I felt alone is a vast understatement. I have always felt that writing was therapeutic, a way to express my feelings without having to talk about them. When my dad died I didn’t call up my old therapist and I didn’t sign up for group therapy. I didn’t talk about it at all really. What I did do was write I wrote him letters. I found comfort in this so much so that I shared some of these letters in my book Good Night and Good Luck.
I offer you this opportunity. Write to your loved ones, write to your pet, write to an older version of yourself. Write a letter and share it here. Let this be a place where others can connect and relate and feel less alone. A place where you give the opportunity for someone else to feel seen.
