The Brain Fog of Grief
Something happened to my brain when my son died. I felt like it was shrouded in a dense fog. Like…
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Something happened to my brain when my son died. I felt like it was shrouded in a dense fog. Like…
Continue ReadingThis photo was not taken days, weeks or months after my son died. It wasn’t taken within the first year…
Continue ReadingLet me start this post by saying, I am not suicidal; I have never been suicidal. I do, however, know…
Continue ReadingDear mama, I understand how hard this is for you, as much as one bereaved mother can relate to another.…
Continue ReadingI stared at the pregnancy test, my heart racing with anxiety. As I waited for what felt like hours, two…
Continue ReadingOh, Abby. I saw your column today—the one where you gave advice to Crystal in Nevada. She wrote to you…
Continue ReadingThis is my first year as a grieving mother and my only goal is to survive. Prior to being a…
Continue ReadingAfter a violent storm, a rainbow is a sign of hope, peace even. The storm is over and normal life…
Continue ReadingI have very tiny feet, like I’m almost 30-years-old and I can comfortably wear a women’s 5 ½ or 6.…
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