I Get It

If grief, loneliness or life-altering event has you wandering around the house, looking at chores piling up, knowing that you should at least make a start on something but you just cannot find the impetus to do any of it.

I get it

If everyday feels the same - a monotonous drudgery like dragging yourself through an endless mud that gets sucked deep into your bones.

I get it

If you go to the bathroom and sit there and think to yourself ‘I really should deep clean this space, not just a quick surface-level once over,’ – but the urge just isn’t there?

I get it

If you normally keep your life fairly organised and now it’s spiralling into piles of ‘I just don’t have the energy for that right now’

I get it

That spaced-out, foggy, yet at the same time, anxious, twitchy and worried feeling that you just can’t shift, leaving you feeling hopeless and stuck.

I get it.

If you find yourself eating crappy food because cooking for one just seems so alien and pointless

I get it

If you know that going out for a walk will probably help and but but you just can’t face leaving the house and going out.

I get it

If you find yourself with your internal monologue persistently gnawing at you with thoughts of ‘WTF is even the point anymore?’

I get it

If you find yourself endlessly scrolling through social media, looking for something, anything, but you don’t really know what.

I get it

I’ve been there. All of them. And you know, it gave me chilly goosebumps just writing this down. It’s almost triggering. And healing and noticing and acknowledging comes in waves, as does grief.

Whether you’re grieving a lost loved one, a beloved pet, a relationship, your job, your old self, or something totally different. It’s still grief, it's still lonely, and if you need a helping hand

I’ve got it.