My journey with grief centres around the loss of my father. The grief I carry is complex, shaped by a relationship that was anything but typical. When he passed away, I was surprised by the depth of my sorrow. I thought I would feel indifferent. For years, I had imagined scenarios where his death would relieve the tension and anxiety his presence often brought. But grief doesn’t work that way. His death broke me...

I was so confused how my mom could love me so much but struggled to be compassionate towards me when I was clearly suffering. I felt like my suffering was my own, yet hers was a collective burden.

Watching a parent go through alcohol withdrawal is a frightening and often isolating experience not talked about.