Sometimes, in the stillness of my room, my mom’s voice came to me, repeating things she’d said for months. Like, “My skin is melting off my face, isn’t it?” And, “My whole body feels dead from the crap they’re pouring into me. Do I look green to you?” And, “When I’m naked, I can see my heart beating.
Laura Anderson KurkMots clés grief depression family-relationships anxiety medication young-adult-fiction teen-fiction ya-fiction glass-girl meg-kavanagh laura-anderson-kurk mother-daughter-relationship
With a damp palm, I turned the knob and cracked open the door. She was asleep in her freshly made bed. I can’t explain how relieved I felt for this simple mercy. She was here and safe on clean sheets.
Laura Anderson KurkMots clés grief depression mental-illness young-adult-fiction school-shooting teen-fiction ya-fiction glass-girl laura-anderson-kurk
We all think when we’re young that we want excitement and highs and passion. To hell with ordinary.”
I smiled and she chuckled. “But when we find ourselves in these adult bodies,” she said. “When we wise up a little, or get slapped in the face by life, we realize we just want all things to be equal.” She put the heels of her hands together near her heart like the Yoga prayer position. “And we want to understand them better.
Mots clés family relationships understanding grief yoga young-adult-fiction teen-fiction ya-fiction glass-girl meg-kavanagh laura-anderson-kurk
We bumped into other silent lines of kids going in the same direction. We looked like we were much younger and our lines were headed to the cafeteria or recess or the carpool line. Or it could’ve been a fire drill. Except for the stone-faced police officers weaving between us with rifles.
Laura Anderson KurkMots clés love grief siblings young-adult-fiction gun-violence school-shooting teen-fiction ya-fiction glass-girl laura-anderson-kurk
It was an oddly satisfying idea to feel bereft as I left my mother this time. We only feel bereft when we’re deprived of something meaningful.
Laura Anderson KurkMots clés family grief depression mental-illness young-adult-fiction school-shooting teen-fiction ya-fiction mother-daughter-relationships glass-girl meg-kavanagh laura-anderson-kurk
But I understood, now, that we don’t live only for ourselves. We’re connected by millions of shared experiences and dreams and nightmares, all tied together with compassion.
I learned that even when we’re going through our darkest winter, spring is waiting to appear.
Mots clés love romance grief healing young-adult-fiction teen-fiction ya-fiction glass-girl laura-anderson-kurk
When we touch the center of sorrow, when we sit with discomfort without trying to fix it, when we stay present to the pain of disapproval or betrayal and let it soften us, these are times that we connect with bohdichitta.
Pema ChödrönMots clés sorrow grief meditation budhhism
Grief is a good thing. It's the way we get through the transitions of life.
Rick WarrenMots clés loss grief attachment
...do you actually think that how long a person grieves is a measure of how much they loved someone?
David WroblewskiI had had my night of weeping...I had purged myself of useless emotions that terrible night, now every nerve every sinew, every thought was bent on a single purpose
Elizabeth PetersMots clés purpose inspiration grief
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