I survived. I survived one whole year without my daughter. 52 weeks. 365 days of emptiness. I feel like I’m out of words. Some days, I believe I’m out of tears. I fought this survival. I fought it tooth and nail. I didn’t want to survive one hour let alone Continue Reading …
To those who think I don’t still hurt, who feel my time mourning has an expiration date … To those that feel I should be “over it by now,” “moving on,” “writing about happier things,” “feeling better,” “snapping out of it”… To those who don’t understand why I celebrate and Continue Reading …
If there is anything that I’ve learned from this walk with grief it is how puny words can be. Countless times I’ve found myself muttering, “I don’t know how else to describe it” or “That’s not the right word, it feels bigger than that.” Sometimes silence is the only thing Continue Reading …
As I write this, we’ve entered the seventh month without our baby girl. Most days I look around and don’t recognize how I got here. I no longer spend hours crumpled up on the floor or thrown on the bed shaking, soaked in sweat and tears. Yet I would be Continue Reading …
This time last year, I was six months pregnant and celebrating my first Christmas as a Mom. Every ounce of me bubbling over with anticipation at the prospect of all the future family traditions and whimsical Christmas mornings we would experience with our little girl. The holidays had taken on Continue Reading …
