Choosing your breath: grief is

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Choosing your breath: The fear of forgetting

One of the struggles with grief from losing your child is not wanting to let go. Let go of the pain, of their memory, of the sadness - these are at first so intertwined that it is hard to let go of the soul wrenching pieces so you can heal.

This week's exercise is to write what you feel about the following:

I never....

I never want to forget the weight of her in my arms 

I never want to forget what I have learned from her life and loss- the awakening that has taken place in me

I never will feel the same pain I did for her - nothing in life could hurt me as badly

I wonder...

I wonder what she is doing on the other side. Is she happy? Is she safe? 

I wonder what she might have looked like and become, if she was here today

I wonder what is next and I am so thankful that I want to know that, that I have that desire to be here and live again

I wish...

I still wish I had her here - that will never change

I wish others could know how precious life is, and be grateful for every day

Choosing your breath: on being strong

I didn't do the application of this one but the topic does inspire me to write out my feelings.

Baby loss is one of those things that people do shudder to think about it and I am sure are grateful it is not happening to them.  In some ways I don't know how I made it through but when it comes down to it, your body keeps going through the motions, keeps breathing for you, keeps your heart pumping - when you don't know how to take another step. That carried me through in the early days.

The inner strength or resilience took ALOT longer. It took therapy and group supports and friendships with other beautiful loss moms. It took having Jeff to lean on. It took so much self reflection and a shift to being grateful for what I do have. It took letting go - of the guilt and the focus on what should have been. It took forgiveness. It took me taking small steps and then larger steps to live again for me. Just for me. The strong in me took years to build and it still a work in progress.  

Always

Not a victim but a survivor

A dear friend sent me this recently, she was reading and said the third paragraph reminded me of her.

Brings tears to my eyes but in a good way. It is important to acknowledge how far you have come!