When my brother OD’d in 2012, it took a while for me to stop feeling guilty if I laughed or felt good or happy. I’d get annoyed at other people enjoying life. In fact, the night the police came to my house to tell me Tony had passed away, I asked my partner to go next door and tell my neighbours to stop having their party. Their joy was making me furious. Over time, I’ve learnt grief and joy can exist side by side and I believe I honour my brother when I am ‘living’ my life. That’s what he would want for me ❤️‍🩹

Posted by Rosa at 2022-06-25 21:35:34 UTC