Loss has a strange way of teaching you, even when you don’t want the lesson. It cannot be avoided or rescheduled. Losing my twin reminds me just how quickly life changes.
I haven’t outgrown the trauma, the loss or the grief that followed. I'm slowly learning how to live with it. It isn’t lighter, but I understand myself more now. Her loss hasn't disappeared, but it has changed how I survive.
Healing from grief isn’t about avoiding the pain, or controlling your emotions. It’s about allowing the feelings to come and trusting that you can sit with them. It’s about knowing that grief exists.
Losing my twin has taught me how to live with her absence. Like all siblings we had our differences, but our bond didn’t end with her death – it has simply changed shape. I tried to prepare myself. I thought if I was strong enough emotionally, it would soften the impact. I was wrong.
Grief doesn’t follow plans. It appears in the quiet moments, when life slows just enough for our memories to surface.
Even now, grief still teaches me. I haven’t moved on – I’ve moved forward while carrying it. Time hasn’t erased the pain. Motivation is snails pace, but grief has taught me how to hold it differently. This is part of learning to live with loss.
Mental health and grief aren’t about the absence of suffering. Some days, my resilience looks like survival, other days it's me struggling to put one foot in front of the other.
Although my life without her is forever changed, it isn’t over. I'm still learning quietly, to sit with my emotions. A life without her is hard.
Learning how to cope with trauma and grief after losing a twin is part of what I deal with now.
