Sometimes I read the blogs of new deadbabymama's and there is so much I want to say. Reassurances and cautions...hopes and warnings.
I've been where you are. I have navigated the path. And even if my choices are not your choices and you must blaze your own trail, there are things that are common...even for individual grief.
But I don't.
Instead, I offer, "I hope you find what you're looking for," or, "Be kind to yourself."
Because it isn't my place. I'm not qualified to offer anything.
I still cry. Not every day. But more often than before.
Before. I hate that word.
I AM happy. I have a LOT of happiness in my life. Maybe if I keep telling myself that, I won't feel the emptiness quite so deeply in those two spaces in my heart that happiness does not touch.
And then maybe I'll be qualified to say something.