Endings are hard, but facing them helps us to heal

I understand the temptation to run away – I have felt it too. Try to stay in the room, and in the moment. You’ll be glad you did

‘Had I poisoned my children?’ How a widow’s grief sent her spiralling into delusion

When Mary Ann Kenny lost her husband, she hoped therapy or medication would help. But soon she was losing touch with reality – and panicking about what she might be doing to her two young sons

The kindness of strangers: I had a fear of flying – and as the plane shook and plummeted, she held my hand

We gripped each other tightly for 75 minutes, her lost in anguish, me in a state of panic

UK women who suffer miscarriage should get two weeks’ paid leave, MPs say

Government urged to introduce universal right of bereavement leave as ‘time to grieve’ early pregnancy loss

‘I’d always enjoyed alcohol – but my mother’s sudden, violent death made me a heavy drinker overnight’

When she died, my life plunged into darkness and I turned to the bottle. It quickly became clear to me how trauma could change a moderate habit into a dangerous one

As our friends with kids become grandparents, it reignites the sadness of being childless not by choice

At times we fear a future without the anchor of family. But love bombs from the many children in our life can be great defibrillators for a blown-up heart

My dad’s dying gift to me: a love of butterflies

This small miracle was a kind of transformation in itself

‘I felt I had no right to grieve’: what happens if your sorrow doesn’t seem appropriate?

When the author Daisy Buchanan lost a series of friends, she felt bereft – yet also that her feelings were misplaced. Here, she explores the notion of ‘disenfranchised grief’ – and learns how to let her sorrow in

Thank you, NHS England, for offering baby-loss leave. This kindness should be every employee’s right

Only about one-fifth of employers give paid leave after miscarriage, says Kat Brown, editor of No One Talks About This Stuff: 22 Stories of Almost Parenthood

When my youngest child died, I had to find a way to move forward

Somehow I had felt a tragic sense of foreboding, but nothing could prepare me for the loss of Raphaël when it came. By Liz Jensen