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...

Holidays and long breaks from school can bring up complex feelings. Read on to learn about anticipatory grief and how to support a young per

n a way, it felt like I lost him twice: once through his addiction, and again when he physically left this world.

The sadness you’ve witnessed, the harm you've endured the stress you've carried at too young an age, and the feelings you’ve struggled with

They say that time heals all wounds, but with grief, it can feel everlasting. At the age of 12, I lost my father to a drug poisoning*. I can't fully explain the impact that losing a parent to a toxic drug supply has had on me, because for most of my life, the stigma of substance use encouraged me to do everything I could to prevent the outside from looking in, ensuring I didn’t talk about it. But today, I’m talking.