
I'm here to help light up the darkness, inspire, and help other mums feel seen and less alone through my musings on life, motherhood, and mental health, intertwined with my faith and grief. This is a space for REAL motherhood - the good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly. Here, I promise to be open, vulnerable, and honest.
Here, you are seen, and you are heard.
It's been close to 2 years since we lost our precious boy. I’ve been surviving that long now that it might slip some people’s minds that I’ve gone through something I’d never wish on my worst enemy. What they don’t realise is that I’ve “survived” or made it easy for people to forget because I’ve gotten so adept at putting on a mask.
Today is Say Their Name Day and this year, Red Nose has chosen the Blue Wren as its symbol for the day. Whether you've lost someone, or you're supporting someone who has, I hope today's blog post will be a reminder that no matter how long it's been, the love and memory of the ones we've lost will carry on not just in our hearts, but in practical and tangible ways.
If you've ever wondered if you're on the right path, if you've ever felt unfulfilled, maybe even uneasy, not at peace, and like something's not quite right, if the world around you is telling you one thing, but your heart is telling you another, then today's blog post is for you.
There is no scale or measure that can ever quantify the depth of pain a mother feels when she loses her child, no matter how long she carried, knew, or held them. And yet the sad truth is that in this world, and even within the grief community, there is often an unspoken comparison when it comes to mothers: Is it harder to lose a baby in pregnancy or after birth? Does the time we have together determine the depth of the loss and therefore the amount of pain we feel?

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