by Gary Roe | Anxiety, divorce recovery, Emotional pain, Family relationships, Fatigue and Exhaustion, Fear, Grief and Loss, Grief recovery, Loneliness, Loss of a Child, Loss of a friend, Loss of a parent, Loss of a sibling, loss of a spouse, Sadness, Spiritual suffering, Suicide, Suicide grief, Worry
Loss is painful and confusing. The following post, adapted from the recently released Aftermath: Picking Up the Pieces After a Suicide, talks about our why grief can be so frustrating. No matter what your loss, chances are you’ll be able to relate. “It’s okay to...
by Gary Roe | Death and dying, Depression, Emotional pain, Families and grief, Family relationships, Fatigue and Exhaustion, Fear, Grief and Loss, Grief recovery, Guilt, Healing from trauma, Loss of a Child, Loss of a friend, Loss of a parent, Loss of a sibling, loss of a spouse, Suffering and Pain, Suicidal thoughts, Suicide, Suicide grief
Loss stuns the hearts. At times, we can feel paralyzed. Today’s post, taken from my latest book, Aftermath, talks about how this grief paralysis can weave its way into our lives… FROM THE GRIEVING HEART: I feel frozen. Stuck. Paralyzed. The world is...
by Gary Roe | Emotional pain, Families and grief, Family relationships, Grief and Loss, Grief recovery, Guilt, Healing from trauma, Loss of a Child, Loss of a friend, Loss of a parent, Loss of a sibling, loss of a spouse, Self-destructive behaviors, Suicide, Suicide grief, Trauma recovery
A few days ago, my newest book, Aftermath: Picking Up the Pieces After a Suicide, was officially released. I wanted to share a little of the backstory of this book with you. If statistics are correct, most of you reading this have either experienced a suicide death or...
by Gary Roe | Depression, divorce recovery, Emotional pain, Families and grief, Family relationships, Fatigue and Exhaustion, Fear, Grief and Loss, Grief recovery, Guilt, Loss of a Child, Loss of a parent, Loss of a sibling, loss of a spouse, Sadness, Suffering and Pain, Suicide grief
We’re all missing someone. Michelle sat across the table from me, turning her chicken salad over and over with her fork. “I should be over this by now,” she sighed. Michelle’s mother had passed away four months earlier. They had seen each other almost every day for a...
