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Grief in Estrangement
Amber DeMatteo Amber DeMatteo

Grief in Estrangement

Ending a relationship with a parent is brutal. It’s filled with disappointment, longing for unconditional love that isn’t reciprocated, and an enormous amount of grief. We tend to associate grieving with the death loss of a parent, but what happens when you’re mourning the living?

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Replaying Their Death
Amber DeMatteo Amber DeMatteo

Replaying Their Death

Whether you were there and watched someone die or not, the brain can do a pretty good job of creating all sorts of visuals. It will fill in the gaps of scenes you may have missed, and can convince you of many different realities. It can also make you think of 100s of different scenarios where it all works out differently, where if one tiny thing had just been different, they’d still be here, they’d still be alive today.

The ‘what ifs.’ The more questions than answers. The emotional and physical pain…

Why do we do this? It feels like mental torture! There are actually several reasons we do this, and I likely won’t cover everyone’s experience in this one little blog, especially if the relationship was complicated to begin with. But, we’ll give it a go and see what resonates for you.

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Grieving the Living
Amber DeMatteo Amber DeMatteo

Grieving the Living

Family estrangement has become quite the hot topic over the past couple years. But, for those of us therapists who work with clients around attachment and childhood wounds, it’s something we explore all the time within our sessions. How do I have a relationship with this person I call a parent, when they really don’t even know me and don’t seem to be curious about me at all?

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Where Do the Grieving Moms and Daughters Go?
Amber DeMatteo Amber DeMatteo

Where Do the Grieving Moms and Daughters Go?

Parenting while grieving the loss of a parent feels impossible most days. Yet, somehow you keep going. With all the responsibilities that continue to be expected of you, where do the grieving Moms and Daughters go? Don’t worry, I got you.

If you’re interested in joining our next group, it is virtual and open to any Mom’s raising littles in Pennsylvania or New York. It starts February 23, 2026 and runs for 6 weeks, ending on March 30, 2026, Mondays from 9:30 - 10:30am. You can reach me directly at amber@ambermarietherapy.com or www.ambermarietherapy.com.

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Your Life Is Not Sustainable
mental health, regulation Amber DeMatteo mental health, regulation Amber DeMatteo

Your Life Is Not Sustainable

Inevitably when the fall hits, I see so many people start to recoil into their shells. The overwhelm and stress of day-to-day life slowly creeps back in, and the things you gravitated towards that brought those feel-good-vibes start to dwindle down. These transitions are a good opportunity to really look and see what is working in your life and what is not. Notice what made you feel so good about summer versus winter.

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5 Losses in 5 Years
grief, death loss, mental health Amber DeMatteo grief, death loss, mental health Amber DeMatteo

5 Losses in 5 Years

5 Losses in 5 Years….whew….I have been through so much loss throughout my entire life, that I know better than to ever try and outrun my grief. No matter how fast you think you are, no matter how hard you try to hide, no matter how much you try to shove it down, it will always find you. My losses are a part of me now, just like yours are a part of you.

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Dad
grief, death loss Amber DeMatteo grief, death loss Amber DeMatteo

Dad

My Dad died when I was 2 years old. My mom didn’t really know how to tell me this news as I was getting older (and I imagine started having curious questions), so she told me he loved playing guitar and one day he died of a heart attack while playing his guitar with a friend. It was surely a romanticized death ~ dying doing the thing he loved. However, that wasn’t the thing he loved most before he died. My Dad died of a heroin overdose. Let me tell you right now, this blog will not even begin to encompass all the life lessons I learned, or the immense pain I felt, when I discovered this fact.

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Why Even Bother To Feel My Grief?
Amber DeMatteo Amber DeMatteo

Why Even Bother To Feel My Grief?

Recently I had someone ask me, “Why even bother allowing myself to feel all this grief?” In the moment, it might have been more of a rhetorical question, but it was valid nonetheless. Honestly, it’s a fair question to ask. Why do we bother feeling grief or other emotions that feel terrible and debilitating? What’s the point? Wouldn’t it be better to set yourself to auto pilot and cruise control your way until the end of your own days? Is there a way to avoid it all?

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Part 2: This Shame I Carry Is Not Mine
Amber DeMatteo Amber DeMatteo

Part 2: This Shame I Carry Is Not Mine

It’s complicated when a parent doesn’t provide a secure attachment. If you’re just starting out with giving your origins of shame more thought, or trying to fill in the gaps between things you already know, I hope this helps shine some insight into this really complex topic.

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This Shame I Carry Is Not Mine
Amber DeMatteo Amber DeMatteo

This Shame I Carry Is Not Mine

Self blame, shame, guilt, and negative self talk are such heavy burdens to carry. Do you ever wonder where it all originates? Often these thought patterns and behaviors are on a continuous loop that becomes so normalized across various situations, that many people don’t even stop to question their legitimacy. In this blog, let’s get curious.

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I Loved Her, Too
Amber DeMatteo Amber DeMatteo

I Loved Her, Too

“But I think a lot of you are out there, like me. Those who feel they could never compare their grief to their partner’s loss of a parent, but who still have their own grief to tend to, while also trying to be the best support.”

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I’m busy
Amber DeMatteo Amber DeMatteo

I’m busy

A poem about being busy slowing down and unlearning every toxic thing you were ever taught.

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It Has Always Been
Amber DeMatteo Amber DeMatteo

It Has Always Been

“There is a tremendous amount of grief that lives inside these bones. There is no separating life “before” or “after” someone died. It has always been.”

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