Normalize talk about miscarriage. If 1 in 4 pregnancies end in loss why is this still a taboo subject that leaves parents to grieve silently and alone?
I didn't sleep well last night.I am so exhausted.Neither did my little one.There is no denying the connection she and I have.I swear the nights I am fitful, so is she.I won't deny I am grateful to not be alone in those moments.Awake and tossing, we finally settle back to sleep after maybe an hour... Continue Reading →
In normal fashion, every morning - my hubby and I started off at the table together with our coffee and a quick check of our online business analytics. It's the tedious work that we try to spice up with each other's company. During this time we check all of our social media emails, calendars, etc,... Continue Reading →
I hope those who need this, see it. I don’t have much energy for anything other than was is absolutely necessary right now - but I feel this and it needs to be shared. Normal posting will resume tomorrow or Wednesday, it’s time for me to rest my mind and body for a day or... Continue Reading →
The losses just keep coming.The hurt that comes with.The constantly echoing "WHY?"keeps bouncing around in my head. I don’t even know how to explain the kind of week, hell - month that I have had. The punches keep coming and I keep wondering how many more I can take before I can’t punch back anymore.... Continue Reading →
Is it coincidence,or irony,that during a time when I am intimately working oncoming to terms with the fact that I have been a motherless daughter my whole life,my own child decided to stop talking to me? How to put into words what it feels like carrying the grief that I do,of my own losses, disappointments,... Continue Reading →
Sometimes the sadnessis so thick in my lungs,so visceral through my body. How much loss can one heart carry?At what point will it finally shatterinto so many piecesthey never fit back together? How much rejection can one soul bearbefore it is scarred forever?Imprinted with grief,beaten down,unable to recharge. It feels like it will always be... Continue Reading →
No words will ever do justice to my love for this woman, or the grief I feel over losing her. Still, every year, I try.
There is a dark hole at the center of my core. Its pull magnetic, unrelenting, dangerous. A hole burned into my essence by abusive and violent hands, words of belittlement, and betrayals unimaginable. A hole so deep the bottom is an illusion, filled with sadness, with rage, and with the stolen innocence of a young girl. A hole echoing with the shame, embarrassment, and self-hatred of a lost child. A continuously... Continue Reading →