Black heart— #griefheart number 280

Black heart

I see references in Charles’ music to his black heart. He felt like he was ashamed because of the darkness in his soul.

I hear that a lot from those with mental illness. They think they are not worthy of friends, of a family’s love, or life. That darkness is part of the disease of depression, read more

Carry more love in my heart— #griefheart number 278

Carry more love in my heart

Since losing my son to suicide, I realize I feel every emotion more fully.

At first, I thought it was only pain I felt more acutely. Eventually, I noticed I felt everything, including joy, times one hundred. As strange as it sounds, this loss has given me the capacity to carry more love in my heart.

What is the #griefheart project?

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Healing heart valentine— #griefheart number 277

Healing heart valentine

My husband and I shared the love when our hearts where whole and then when they were shredded.

On June 5, 2015, the night we were devastated with the shocking news that  Charles had killed himself, we made a pact that the last chapter of our read more

Sister-in-law Heart— #griefheart number 276

Sister-in-law heart

It’s Super Bowl Sunday and my sister-in-law, Jenny, with her daughter-in-law Sam (my niece by marriage), are preparing their football feast. This deviation of nature, a red potato no less, was going to be sacrificed for potato salad. And Jenny rocks at potato salad. But no! Samantha to the rescue! read more

Second Blog Birthday Heart— #griefheart number 275

Happy birthday my blog. Happy birthday my blog.

Even though Emotionally Naked is two years old, in Google years I’m middle aged. The good part about that is that at two years, if you’ve blogged consistently, Google gives you precedence in the search engine world. All week I’ve read more

Women’s March heart— #griefheart number 274

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Women’s March heart

My friends and I joined the Women’s March in Richmond Virginia today. It was a lively event with chants and singing. The signs were great. And funny. I parked at a friend’s house in the fan museum district and when I got out of the car, this was right in my face. A sign?

As we were walking read more

A father’s love— #griefheart number 273

A father’s love

Randy, my husband, spotted this one. It’s a heart made of stainless steel so it looked more like a “guy” heart if there is such a thing. He wanted a picture of it, so it’s only fitting that he own this one. The heart says, “Through thick and thin, we remain one.”

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Samuel Spott’s heart— #griefheart number 272

by Donnia Spott

Billy and I are in our second year since our son, Sammy Spott, died by suicide. Like last Christmas, we chose to have an early and small gathering with our other two children and then left town.

Last year, we hiked and camped in the Grayson Highlands and barely saw another soul read more

For the love of chocolate— #griefheart number 271

For the love of chocolate

One of Charles’ favorite places in Richmond was “For the Love of Chocolate” in Carytown. Every trip we took to this charming part of Richmond with Charles started or ended with a trip to this shop.

The first time he went in, he stopped, looked around and said , “I’m in read more