Happy Grieving

Grief at work

Bereavement leave in most places is three to five days. The fog in your head lasts months. Somewhere between those two numbers, you're expected to be back at your desk, answering emails as if the world still makes the kind of sense a spreadsheet needs.

Grief brain is real. The lost words, the reread paragraphs, the meeting where someone asks you a simple question and your mind is a corridor of closed doors. It isn't weakness and it isn't permanent. It's what a mind under this much load does.

Before my dad died I was the high achiever, the one whose ambition organised everything. Afterwards, I sat at a job that used to matter and could not remember why it ever had. That question deserves better answers than "push through."

These pieces cover the first week back, the telling of colleagues, the crying in the toilets, the managers who help and the ones who make it worse, and what happens when loss quietly rewrites what you want from work at all.