Tag archive: The ugly part

Fading memories

Fading memories

I see my girl every single day in my mind. I can still see my big belly, I can still feel how it felt to rub it, thinking of my little girl growing inside. I have that vivid image in my brain of the moment my water broke and all those emotions of knowing she’d…

Hope for a new day

Hope for a new day

Yesterday was a beautiful day. I got up in the morning, immediately started my workout and had breakfast after. We went to the city, had a drink outside even when the weather wasn’t that inviting to do so. We went shopping for books. I bought an awesome ring I fell in love with. We went…

The same loss, a different journey in grief

The same loss, a different journey in grief

This is crazy… I mean, my OB told me, the social worker at the hospital told me, I read it in books, I even read about it on websites of fellow bereaved mothers: everyone grieves differently. You’d think that knowing that, you wouldn’t make the same mistakes. Yet I did. Because realizing this fact, isn’t…

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

This grief… It’s a┬ároller coaster… The most horrifying roller coaster you could possibly imagine. I can feel relatively “okay” sometimes. It’s still there, I always carry it with me. The most treasured memories I have. Memories of her. But also the grief. The heavy burdon I carry along like a 100kg backpack every day since…

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