Child loss is lonely. But you don’t have to be alone. An isolated heart is especially vulnerable to discouragement and despair.

Truth is, unless I face my feelings, give my heart time to experience them and work toward processing them, I cannot even begin to heal.

I walked around like a giant nerve for the first weeks and months after Dominic left us. It didn’t take much for me to burst into tears.

Sleep is important. I can’t do the work grief requires if I go too long without it.

I’ve learned it’s best to find quiet moments to journal feelings that might be unhelpful or downright hurtful to express to others.

When faced with a wall of overwhelming and cascading feelings, I do the next right thing-whatever that may be until I see a sliver of light.

I’ve learned the hard way that memories are precious.  I don’t want the ones I’m making now to always be tainted by sorrow and loss.