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’s pain deep in my chest, twisting knots that feel like my heart is tearing. This is grief. Grief...

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...