It's difficult to write this next one without coming across as slightly tragic. I ask myself one question rather frequently - "Is it normal to still think of him as often as I do?". I have decided that I'm not all that sure, it still remains that I push him out of my mind as … Continue reading I wonder…
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My early twenties crisis
I haven't been in denial about this one. In fact it's a fact that I have been well aware of. The fact that, for months now I have been spiralling. Not massively out of control or anything but spiralling all the same. Those who know me know this is just a phase. That is probably … Continue reading My early twenties crisis
What happened after it was positive
My youngest sister tagged me in a post this morning. It's October, I was unaware that October is pregnancy and infant loss awareness month. I'll be honest, she has been the first one to mention me in relation to anything about "miscarriage" before. It got me thinking and it got me reading... I am 1 … Continue reading What happened after it was positive
The funeral
I'd never been to a funeral before. I remember going to my great grandad's wake when I was young but I'd never been to an actual service before, let alone plan one. I woke up the day of my mam's funeral and there was a buzz around the house. We were all getting ready for … Continue reading The funeral
The anxiety that cripples me
There is such a stigma around anti depressants. But right now I am not afraid of saying that sometimes I need to take a tablet to help me sleep at night. I think back to before she died and I remember what it felt like to be happy without a single trace of sadness. Without … Continue reading The anxiety that cripples me
It’s positive
Did you know one in four women miscarry? I didn't. Not until November 2017 when I became a statistic. I remember the day I found out I was pregnant. I had been waiting to book an appointment for a blood test with my doctor, before I could have the blood test I needed to hand … Continue reading It’s positive
One year on
Yesterday was the 14th of August. Yesterday marked exactly one year since she's been gone. I'm writing this now and I'm struggling to find words. I'm struggling so much I'm not even sure if I should be writing this at all. I feel very full. I feel ready to burst with emotion. But, for whatever … Continue reading One year on
