124 – Tue, Sep 4, 2018, 9:00 PM
September 1, 2019
I’m feeling a bit “better” now. I don’t really know what that word means. But I woke up this morning, and it didn’t hurt to get out of bed.
I keep coming back to this concept of “fair” after the death of my child
- I think we all have a subconscious need to want to want the view the world as fair. It helps us make sense of things, and keep up hope for better outcomes tomorrow. Unfortunately, sometimes life simply doesn’t work that way. And I keep looking anyway.
094 – Fri, Apr 6, 2018, 11:46 PM
April 1, 2019
I hear the children playing in the daycare down the hill, and I think of you. Rosemary* is talking. She said the word, “Mama,” and I think of you.
Why Getting Pregnant Easily Isn’t a Gift
March 6, 2019
Statistics are funny. I wish someone would do a study on the chances for real, taking into account the multiple factors that contribute to fertility. I still don’t know if I’m an anomaly, or if I just got lucky. I don’t FEEL lucky. Getting pregnant is only part of the overall story.
085 – Fri, Feb 2, 2018, 10:09 PM
February 1, 2019
If grief were a gesture, it would be hands on my heart, one flat on the other like bad CPR. My heart is still beating, I don’t need this rescue. My soul needs it though. Every part of me needs you. Sometimes, when I’m very still, I still feel you kicking.
2 Jun 2018 – Peace
June 2, 2018
This year has been hard for me, but it’s been a clean kind of hard. Most people understand grief is a thing. Most people understand pain surrounding death. I don’t think most people understand what happens afterwards.
27 May 2018 – Fairytales
May 27, 2018
I should know better. Because life is not a fairytale. I should know better, because you’re a person, just like me. And I realize I put the weight of my expectations on something that was only fleeting. And now it’s too heavy. I’m sorry it got heavy.
22 May 2018 – I only write to ghosts. You must be one of them.
May 22, 2018
You were more than pain. You swept into my life and your presence promised happiness. And I hated that, because happiness wasn’t something I wanted to know. And I hate it more now, standing here, awake and oh so lonely. And this pain isn’t comforting. And this new life feels broken.
