top of page
Blog
Reflections, resources and insights to help guide your thinking – and a space to share my story of loss and life after.


Nov 7, 20214 min read
First anniversary reflections: Following your final journey
I lost my youngest son Samuel to suicide on 2 September 2020. As I approached his first anniversary, I found it hard to grasp that a...


Oct 24, 20213 min read
Coaching vs counselling
Following a loss or significant life change, you can find yourself in a very vulnerable place. Cognitive, physical and emotional...


Oct 12, 20214 min read
Living losses: Losing your child while they are still alive
My son Samuel took his own life on 2 September 2020 and I will grieve his loss for a lifetime. In reality though I have been grieving...


Sep 11, 20213 min read
Journalling after loss
I was never a child who kept a diary. I had two older brothers and couldn’t run the risk of them discovering my innermost secrets. In...


Sep 3, 20213 min read
Grief and loss during a pandemic
I lost my son, mum and dad within seven months in late 2020 and early 2021. I have only known grief and loss in a pandemic. I think...


Aug 16, 20213 min read
What I've learned about coroners and inquests – part 1
Most people will never have to be involved with a coroner or inquest during their lifetime. I found myself in the position of having to...


Aug 5, 20214 min read
My story: Three losses in seven months
During the space of seven months I lost my son, my mum and my dad. Even writing that feels surreal. This is my story of the impact of...


Jul 26, 20213 min read
My experience of EMDR – and what to expect from this emerging therapy
Searching for helpful EMDR information after bereavement and trauma can prove to be frustrating. There is plenty of signposting to...


Jul 20, 20214 min read
Early Grief Survival Guide: The first month
In the very early days of grief, my children and I searched the internet for advice. How do we do this grief thing? What will we feel?...


Jun 12, 20213 min read
My story: Suicide loss comes knocking at my door
It was 6.45pm on a regular Wednesday evening. I’d spent a productive day working from home in my NHS job and I’d started to cook a...
bottom of page