Grieving what is lost

  The tears fall staining the front of my dress. Sobs rack my body and I struggle to catch my breath. There’s pain deep in my chest, twisting knots that feel like my heart is tearing. This is grief. Grief...

Just a support worker

Im just a support worker, I use to say this a lot, mainly because that was how I felt. I felt that compared to those around me I was not that important, all I do is support, I don’t treat terrible...