Bullying Killed My Child Cassidy Trevan

I miss Cassidy Trevan … and I miss me too … the Linda who Cassidy used to call “Beautiful”.💔💔

I never realised how badly grief would affect me physically … mentally & emotionally yes, but all the physical pains … I literally ache all over … always!

Nobody tells you that grief lives in your body.

They talk about sadness. About missing someone. About the emotional weight. But nobody tells you what it actually feels like. The physical sensation of carrying loss around inside you every single day.

It feels like drowning on dry land. Like there's a weight sitting on your chest that never lifts. You're breathing, technically, but it doesn't feel like enough air is getting in.

It feels like your body forgot how to work right. You're exhausted all the time—bone-deep, soul-crushing exhaustion—but you can't sleep. Or you sleep too much and wake up more tired than when you went to bed.

Your body can't figure out what it needs because what it needs is them back, and that's not happening.

Some days your heart physically hurts. Not metaphorically. Actually hurts. Like someone reached into your chest and squeezed it. You wonder if you're having a heart attack. You're not. It's just grief living in the space where they used to be.

Your stomach is a disaster. You're either starving or nauseous. Food tastes like nothing or makes you want to throw up. You forget to eat for an entire day and then eat everything in sight at midnight.

Your body doesn't know what to do with itself anymore.

And the panic attacks. The ones that hit out of nowhere. Your heart racing. Your hands shaking. Your breath catching in your throat like you're choking on air. You're standing in the grocery store or sitting at your desk or driving down the highway and suddenly your body is screaming that something is wrong—which it is, they're dead, but your nervous system acts like it just figured that out five seconds ago.

Everything aches. Your shoulders. Your neck. Your jaw from clenching your teeth in your sleep.

Your head from crying or not crying or crying so much you can't cry anymore. Your whole body is just tired of holding this.

And people don't see it.

They see you standing there. Functioning. Going through the motions. They think you're okay because you're upright.
Because you showed up. Because you're not actively sobbing in front of them.

But inside? Inside you're fighting just to keep your body from collapsing.

You're using every ounce of energy you have just to stay standing.
To keep breathing.
To not fall apart in the middle of wherever you are because your body feels like it's being held together with tape.

Grief doesn't just live in your head. It moves into your bones. It takes up space in your lungs. It sits heavy in your gut and makes your hands shake and steals your sleep and hijacks your nervous system.

And nobody tells you that. Nobody warns you that losing someone doesn't just break your heart—it breaks your whole damn body.

You're not imagining it.
You're not being dramatic.
Your body is trying to process a loss it was never designed to handle.
And it's doing the best it can.
Which some days means barely holding together.

That’s what grief actually feels like. Heavy. Exhausting. Physical.
And some days, just keeping your body going is all you can do.

Written by: Aimee Suyko - In Their Footsteps

Cassidy Trevan … too many tomorrows. Mum💔

The chair waits where you should be,
angled toward the water.
The horizon glows softly,
like it remembers us.

A red bird rests without fear,
bright against all this stillness.
It doesn’t fill the space,
but it keeps it company.

Tomorrow feels crowded already,
stacked with moments you won’t touch.
Morning, evening, everything between,
all shaped by your absence.

I picture you beside me,
not speaking, just staying.
That was always enough,
the quiet shared.

The sun lowers itself gently,
as if it knows to be careful.
I sit with what remains,
learning the weight of time.

Every tomorrow waits for me,
and I will step into each one.
Missing you will be there first,
already seated.

—Grief & You

Cassidy Trevan … always & forever. Mum💔

Please check in with your teenagers!

She was a talented netballer with her whole future ahead of her. But at just 17, she took her own life — and her mum has a warning she wants everyone to hear.
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