Grieving what is lost

  The tears fall staining the front of my dress. Sobs rack my body and I struggle to catch my breath. There is pain deep in my chest, twisting knots that feel like my heart is tearing. This is grief....

I matter too

It does not matter how slowly you go, As long as you do not stop. I admit Ive been struggling. Lost in uncertainty. Wondering about my self worth and the path I am treading. I yearn to belong, yet I...

Beyond the darkness

      “Are you not over it yet?” someone said to me the other day. Someone you wouldn’t expect had voiced this regarding my experience of birth trauma. At the time I laughed it off,  but as the day...