What Helped Me When I Didn’t Want to Keep Going

There were moments when I thought,

“I wish I could just disappear.”

Not because I wanted to die.

I just wanted the pain to stop.

Losing someone you love can feel that heavy.

When I noticed those thoughts, I realised I needed support.

So instead of staying alone, I started reaching out.

I visited older people through my volunteer work.

I spent time with my neighbours, who accepted me without judgement.

I started playing inline hockey again.

I caught up with friends.

Instead of pretending I was okay, I told them honestly how I felt.

If I needed to cry, I cried.

If I needed to speak up, I spoke honestly instead of staying silent.

I also kept myself moving.

Not because I felt motivated,

but because taking small actions helped me more than lying in bed all day.

One more thing helped me.

I stopped expecting people to fully understand my grief.

That took away a lot of disappointment.

I learned that it’s okay not to be okay.

Time keeps moving, whether I suffer or not.

So I decided to keep living.

One small step.

One day at a time.

Reflection questions:

• Who makes me feel safe enough to tell the truth about how I feel?

• What is one small action I can take today instead of staying stuck?

• What support do I need right now, and can I ask for it?