The Guilt of Being Happy in Spite of Grief

My guilt is not rational, but it’s real

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I am happy. Yet, my happiness contains the bitter flavour of guilt.

The guilt hidden behind my happiness

If I hadn’t lost my love, I wouldn’t leave Portugal and met this marvellous country. I probably would never achieve the deep sense of belonging I have.

But now, I am happy in consequence of his death.

Because the love of my life died, I found a Home (England). Then I became a traveller, I grew as a woman, I became more self-confident; I went on dates and I had lovers. I had incredibly fun and intense experiences. I became the woman I wished to be.

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