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Celebrating The Worst Day of My Life

TW: Sexual Assault

Four years ago today, I went to work like normal, blissfully unaware that my life was about to change forever. After work, we went out for drinks, and at the end of the night I was taken home by two of the men I was with and assaulted by both of them in the back of the car.

I have never known which day to be sad on; I don’t know whether to cry on the date I went on that night out or the date that I was taken home in that car. So for three years I chose both. This year, I’ve realised that I don’t actually have to be sad on either day. I will never be able to ignore either day, that’s just impossible for me. I can, however, choose to celebrate what I’ve accomplished since then rather than mourn who I was before. And I’m using both dates to do that because there is so much to celebrate.

Today I celebrate how much smarter I am. I make better choices, I look after myself when I’m out, and I’m more careful about who I trust. Tomorrow I will celebrate the fact I’m eating properly again, I have control over my anxiety, and I’m still alive. So many times over the past four years I’ve almost broken, so many times I’ve let what happened to me take over, but I’m not done yet. They won’t win. I’m not going to think about those men today because they don’t deserve it; I’m going to think about me because I do deserve it. I’m going to make a cake in the shape of a middle finger, I’m going to wear a nice dress and makeup, and I’m going to smile and laugh and be happy. Because I’m strong, and that’s what these two days are a reminder of.

Happy rape-aversary to me.

-K xxx

Christmas isn’t the most wonderful time of the year for everyone

Christmas has always been my favourite holiday. I’m obsessed with birthdays and I love watching people open presents, and I think that’s why I love Christmas so much. Christmas is a time when you see everyone joining in and you see how happy everybody is; it’s a community celebration with a big lead up, and it makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside, and not in the way when you desperately need a wee and you’re not sure if you’re gonna burst before you reach the toilet. Disclaimer: I’m not talking about religions and communities who don’t celebrate Christmas; everyone has their own traditions and that’s okay. This post is about people who do celebrate Christmas and are expected to enjoy it and just don’t. Some people never enjoy it, some people used to enjoy it and don’t anymore, and others grow to love it. I don’t know how I’m going to feel about it this year.

I know schools and lots of work places around the UK today are wearing Christmas jumpers for Save the Children, and in solidarity I decided to be festive and put mine on too. Except I don’t know if I’m feeling festive or not. My grandad normally would have started thinking about buying us some cheese for Christmas by now, and he would soon be bringing round a few boxes of biscuits wrapped up to go under the tree. He’d be asking my dad what meat he wanted for his roast dinner this year, and slyly hand us envelopes filled with money. This year we’ll miss the food and the cash, but what we’ll miss most is him. We’ll miss his jokes about making sure my dad has all the blue cheese to himself, and how my mum doesn’t feed him properly because she only makes vegetarian food (which she doesn’t, by the way). We’ll miss him pretending to be a Scrooge, but putting some tinsel or a sprig of holly on his mobility scooter anyway. I’ll miss him telling us we’re spoiled because we get too many presents, and us pretending we don’t know what he’s wrapped up and it always turning out to be a calendar. But I know we’re not the only ones who will have a very different Christmas this year.

All around the world, people’s traditions will have to change. Places they go around Christmastime might be shut, or events might be cancelled. Families might not be able to travel to visit each other, and there might be less presents under the tree. Loved ones might be gone or severely ill, and supermarkets might have run out of staple ingredients for Christmas dinner. Maybe you have to choose between which family members can join your bubble, or the people you would celebrate with have to self-isolate or shield. Everyone’s mental health has taken a hit this year, that’s inevitable, and maybe you’re just not feeling it. My point is this: Life is different right now, which means Christmas probably will be too. That might be because of the virus, or just because life is cruel. Whichever it is, it’s okay not to be okay. Even over Christmas. If you do enjoy it, don’t feel guilty, but if you don’t, don’t put pressure on yourself to feel something you don’t. Just remember to hug everyone a little bit tighter (if it’s safe to, if not then a virtual hug is good too), savour every moment, and enjoy what you can, while you can.

Merry Christmas

-K xxx

Things they don’t tell you about grief

This year, a lot more people have experienced loss than ever before. One of my closest friends lost her dad to coronavirus, as many people have with their loved ones, while another good friend lost her grandad on the same day, suddenly, and to other causes. My point is, on top of the deaths that normally would have happened, many other people have fallen ill and died or developed lifelong complications. I have been pretty lucky for most of my life in that I haven’t lost many people that I love. My great granny died when I was still in primary school, so although I was upset I wasn’t too aware of what was going on and I was far enough removed that it was okay. Then, in 2018 my great grandma died. That was a bit of a sucker punch. I knew her well and spent a lot of time with her as a child. I was an adult and could process it properly, but it had been a tough year for me and I was living abroad so it was pretty difficult. There was kind of an initial sting but she was 100 and it was expected. I dealt with the grief and, although I still miss her greatly, it’s manageable. But then this year my grandad died. That was the hardest of them all. He used to come round every Saturday morning and him and my dad would laugh at me and my sister about anything and everything. We’re still grieving him months down the line and every member of my family is dealing with it differently, and it made me think: what do a lot of people not know about grief? So if you’re struggling, I’m by no means an expert, but here’s some solidarity in your loss. Any way I can help you process a loved one’s death, I hope you find it here.

1. The way they die can matter

I’ve seen a few things where someone was murdered and someone else had cancer, or someone else was just old, or they had Covid. There are so many ways people can die. The ‘stages of grief’ you always hear about aren’t gonna be the same for every circumstance. The anger is likely to come a lot quicker for relatives of a murdered individual than someone who died of Coronavirus, and the anger is obviously going to be aimed in different directions. If you were prepared for it you might get through the acceptance stage quicker than for a loved one who was just fine the day before. Everyone is different. Every death is different. Every grief process is different. And that’s okay.

2. Life goes on

Yeah you’re still in a fog maybe, or you’ve not fully come to terms with it, but the world is still moving around you. There is still new music being released, new movies coming out that you really wanted to see, a nice jacket you see in the shop that you want to buy. There are bills to pay, food to buy, jobs to go to. You have responsibilities and desires, even though they might have shifted. The rest of the world might have forgotten what was a news story to them, or an obituary in the paper, or they might not have even been aware of what is such a significant moment in your life. And you can choose to tell people or you can choose to keep it quiet. But no matter what, everyone else has still got their own lives going on. Not long after my grandad died, two members on the other side of my family got diagnosed with cancer. Their inner circles moved on from worrying about us to worrying about that. We worried about both. One upsetting time doesn’t wait for the other to subside, but I know I was never told that. But it’s not just other bad things that can happen after someone dies. Babies are born, new relationships blossom, job opportunities fall in your lap. It’s okay to be happy about it. Don’t feel guilty for embracing the new while mourning the old.

3. You can never be fully prepared for losing someone

I said that the way you die can matter, but grief is grief. Even if you know that somebody was going to die, it doesn’t really lessen the grief, maybe just the order of your grief. We were told months before my grandad actually died that he was going to within the next 24 hours. That was before lockdown. One day before lockdown and we couldn’t visit him anymore. Then he pulled through and got a little bit better. Then he was allowed to go home. Then he got coronavirus. Then he went back into hospital, alone. Then he started to get better. Then he tested negative for coronavirus. Then we were told he could go home. Then, the day he was supposed to go home, he died. That rollercoaster didn’t make it easier, but just the waiting around, knowing that it is going to happen but not knowing when, really doesn’t help either. Anyway you cut it, you’re losing somebody. Whether it’s a long haul of suffering, whether it’s sudden and unexpected, or whether it was half expected but you started to have hope, the outcome is the same. Don’t feel like your grief should be less just because you knew it was coming.

4. It’s okay to cry for someone who wasn’t always the perfect person

Growing up, my dad had a rocky relationship with his own father. I won’t go into the details because it’s not my story to tell, but my grandad wasn’t perfect. My dad lost a lot of time with him and I think he’s now grieving that time as well as the dad that he had later in life. Maybe people become better people and then you lose them, or maybe you loved them and then they did something bad. No matter what it is, it’s still okay to mourn the version of the person that you loved, regardless of whatever other versions of them existed. You often see in TV shows that people refuse to go to someone’s funeral because they didn’t like who they’d become, and that is okay. It’s more than okay. But it’s also okay if you need to grieve them even if they caused you or someone else hurt, because part of them was still important to you at one time of your life. If you don’t allow yourself to grieve just because of some stigma, then you aren’t doing that stage in your life justice.

5. You don’t feel the same every day

There are some days when you might think ‘wow, I’m over it, I feel okay today’, or you might not even realise that you hadn’t thought about that person all day. But that doesn’t mean that the next day you’re not going to want to cry in a dark room. Or the next day you might feel okay again. Or you might end up getting angry with other people over absolutely nothing. Whatever you do, it’s okay. I’ve always heard about the stages of grief as though they’re linear; you get the denial, then the anger, then the bargaining, then the depression, then the acceptance. I said earlier that they might not always be in the same order, but previous stages might also come back. You can jump around from anger to acceptance and back again, you can skip some of them, you can dance around a combination of all of them forever. However you deal with it is okay, because losing someone isn’t okay.

Do you identify with any of these? Have you learnt something new from this post? Is there something else that you didn’t know about grief that you think is useful? Leave a comment below and let me know. I hope you’re doing okay.

-K xxx

Structure is my best friend

I am a girl who loves a structured life. Last week, my Mum asked me to put all of our herbs and spices back in the spice rack. I organised them alphabetically and forbade anyone from touching it. I do some colouring, and then put the pencils back in exactly the same order as they were in in their original packaging. My brother moves the pencils around and I can tell him what order they need to go back in without looking. I only upload to my Instagram in sets of three. If I don’t have three pictures to post, I will either purposefully take one, or not post any, but I will have the symmetry and the theme prepared before anything goes on to my account.

I can’t just randomly organise my blog; I want it to look pretty and uniform. Even if nobody reads any of my posts from here on out, it has to look aesthetically pleasing to me. So, I’m gonna use the fact that I have multiple mental health problems to my advantage here. I’m dedicating a month at a time to a different topic, and am going to tackle stigma, provide techniques, and use my experiences to help other people.

My point is, specific thought has gone into every aesthetic aspect of my life, and I will treasure and treat this blog in the same way. Right now, I’m planning on talking about eating disorders, PTSD, grief, depression, and anxiety. Let me know what you want me to start with, and if there are any specific subjects you want me to tackle. Although I love structure, I’m really open to new ideas for what direction I can take my creativity in.

-K xxx

So apparently I blog now!

I don’t know what happened to make me decide to try this out. I’ve thought about it for ages and then suddenly last night it hit me that this is what I want to do. 2020 has given me a lot to think about. I’ve experienced loss and grief to an extent that I never have before, I’ve graduated from uni (woo!), and I’ve had to #stayathome just like the rest of the world. Staying home is a hard thing for me to do. Actually, scrap that. Staying home is easy for me, it was the going out that was hard. The only places we were allowed to go for months were all on our doorstep. We couldn’t jump in the car and have a day out, or go for a coffee at a garden centre; I couldn’t pretend that the thing I fear most in the world wasn’t living in a house just a few doors up from my own, or not walk around in fear that I would see familiar faces during my daily exercise. My life is complicated, to say the least.

I grew up in the most stable way you possibly could. I’ve lived in the same house all my life, with my Mum and my Dad, as well as my three older brothers and my older sister. Yeah, it was kinda chaotic most of the time, but it was happy and it was ‘normal’. I was smart, I had friends, I knew I wasn’t the prettiest or most popular, but I wasn’t ugly or an outcast either. It’s only been in the times when my parents couldn’t protect me from the world that I have become the Walking Tragedy that my friends have labelled me as today.

I laugh at my failures and cry at my successes, take photos of beautiful moments that most people would think are mundane, and gag at romance while being obsessed with rom-coms. And that’s what makes me so interesting. But you’ll find that out for yourself as we go along, and you watch me truly…

Begin Again.

-K xxx

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