CARRYING THE BRICK IN YOUR POCKET BY KATIE HEBERT

“I don’t know. The weight of it, I guess. At some point it becomes bearable. It turns into something you can crawl out from under. And carry around–like a brick in your pocket. And you forget it every once in a while, but then you reach in for whatever reason and there it is: “Oh right. That.” Which can be awful. But not all the time. Sometimes it kinda … Not that you like it exactly, but it’s what you have instead of your son, so you don’t wanna let go of it either. So you carry it around. And it doesn’t go away, which is …Fine … actually.”

David Lindsay-Abaire, Rabbit Hole

Carrying The Brick In Your Pocket is a bi-monthly column by Katie Hébert which will navigate mental health in relation to multiple forms of grief. While we normally look at grief in the death and loss in that regard, this column will explore and unpack what grief can look like in a multitude of ways and situations around loss and mourning, and look at how said grief, in whatever form, affects mental health.
This column will combine poetry/creative writing as well general stories/conversation about the ways that grief can manifest, allowing for discussing how we can talk about, unpack, and understand said grief. Submissions are highly encouraged in forms of creative writing, questions, stories, and more.

Talk to Katie by sending your story/submission/feedback (anonymous or otherwise) at ayaskala [at] outlook [dot] com keeping the subject as ‘Carrying The Brick In Your Pocket‘. The sharing of these stories will remind readers that we are not alone.

Stay tuned!


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