My child died, now what?
The first few weeks after my son died, I had absolutely no idea what to do. My whole life was turned upside down. The whole summer that I thought I would be on maternity leave, breastfeeding, taking Micah on walks, going to visit Daddy at work, wasn’t happening. I was back to childless, in an instant. No one can prepare you for that.
I sat in the floor with a notebook, pens, and tissues (sometimes I just gave up on the tissues and went straight to a towel because the tissues couldn’t keep up). I allowed myself to cry and wail, and I wrote anything and everything that came to my mind. It didn’t matter if it made sense, it didn’t matter if it made me sound like a “bad mother” or “bad person”. I had to get those thoughts out, because they were consuming me. I felt like I had to get them on paper so they wouldn’t eat me from the inside out… and you know what, it helped. Writing and crying was about the only thing that helped me for a while.
I still have my writings, but when I was writing them, I thought I would burn a good portion of them when I was done, and you know what, that would have been okay, too.
My suggestion for you is to write. Get your emotions out on paper so you don’t have to hold them all in. Nothing good can come from keeping it all bottled up inside. If you are ashamed of what you write, burn them once they’re out. You don’t have to keep them, but get it out.
Writing is the best therapy.
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- Letting Yourself Cry - July 10, 2015