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...

My mother was always confident she wouldn't overdose, she knew 'how much her body needed'. But with a toxic drug supply now...