Some things in life cannot be fixed. They can only be carried. -Megan Devine
I spent nearly two years with my first therapist learning how to carry my grief. She let me talk about how I felt and gently probed deeper. She wanted me to identify, label, and learn to be comfortable with my feelings – even if my feelings hurt. We talked through upcoming situations so that I could learn to manage my response. When I lost Iris, she hugged me tightly and said “I’m so sorry, hun. This isn’t what I wanted for you.” Continue reading
Among the bereaved parents I know, we often say that the anticipation can be worse than the actual event. Thinking about an upcoming baby shower or family gathering can bring on feelings of anxiety, sadness, frustration, or dread. We mull over the scenes in our head, playing out confrontations, tears, or awkward silences. Often, we can get so worked up and then the moment passes without the level of emotions that were expected. And it gets easier over time to expect certain responses and manage them. Continue reading
When talking last weekend about our Door County vacation, Ger said “That was a great vacation. I really enjoyed myself.”
I blinked and said “Really? What parts did you enjoy?” Continue reading
Last night, my body felt foreign to me.
I have always had a sensitive stomach, and sometimes certain foods – whether by preparation, flavors, age, or some other unknown forces – cause my stomach to go into revolt. Yesterday evening was one of those times. After our fairly uninteresting dinner of gnocchi, marinara sauce, and garlic toast, I began to feel queasy, culminating in racing to the bathroom to vomit. Continue reading
On August 13th, I saw a previous social media post I had made in a past year: “Raising tiny humans is exhausting.” I thought “What was I thinking? That doesn’t sound like something I would say.” Completely something I think in my head, but felt a bit out of character for me. Then I saw the year that I wrote it and thought “Oh. That explains it.” Continue reading