I called her john, I now know her name was Ulla. This makes no difference to me, my grief is once more unbearable. I could hardly sleep last night.
I had thought I was done with blogging, hung up my blogging boots: But how do I not revert to where I found so much solace two years ago when I lost my one and only brother to this same Bipolar Monster?
And guess who was there to help me so very much on with my grief and healing process? Guess who selflessly offered to review My brother’s journey which I maniacally wrote in 30 days? Oh Ulla where do I begin?
You were my hero and heroine and am humbled I wrote you a blog to let you and the world know .
Oh no, what a sad coincidence, that a vigil is planned for you on September 10th 2016, exactly 2 years when I published that post?
Ah our poor, battered, tattered and shattered mental health community… who will research and share all the information with us again? Oh dear, you cheered us up and fought so hard… even letting us know when things were seemingly so tough your way, that you were still alive.
The grief is still so hard, kindly join us on BLAHPOLAR’S blog come September 10th, to pay her a deserving tribute:
Here are some other blog posts from her other kindred spirits, I know many more others don’t even have it in them to write …