write out loud

I’ve recently joined a bereavement writing group. Each week part of the session is spent writing in silence for 20 minutes

thoughts

feelings 

and sometimes tears

penned onto paper, all initiated by a prompt.

I thought I might share what I wrote two weeks ago

What has Write Out Loud done for me? 

As I approach the garden room I feel myself gently changing gear

my energy relaxing

quietening

as it eases into the sadness of my grief. 

Without any fanfare I feel held 

and without any spotlights 

I feel seen.

Unspoken words, our grief fills the room.

heavy at times, I ask

when does it ever go away?

My brother died 36 years ago and Write Out Loud has been the closest I have ever got to any type of bereavement support.

So thank you kind team

for creating such a gentle space

to feel the uncomfortable