It’s strange to think about, but without my grief, I wouldn’t be who I am today: the bad, and the good.
When I learned of my dad’s death, I assumed that it would just have a negative impact on me. But it surprisingly had a really positive one, too.
Without my dad dying, I wouldn’t have the amazing friends that I do today.
Without my dad’s death, I wouldn’t have found my love for helping others.
Without my dad’s death, I would be a very different person.
Realizing that my dad’s death had not just impacted me in bad ways, but in good ones too, felt like a betrayal to him. His death was not a good thing. So… how could it also bring good?
Without my dad’s death, I would still be with an old friend group, aspiring to be a journalist, and quite unhappy. Without his death, though... he would still be alive.
Acknowledging that grief brought so much good and so much bad into my life came after I accepted that I was not betraying my dad by saying that grief was more than a bad part of my life. Because, like with many things, grief has so much good and so much bad to it.
Written by Natalie Adams, the creator of Teenage Grief Sucks.