In 2020, after 5 miscarriages, I was exhausted, my hormones were a mess, I felt alone and like no one understood what I was going through. I couldn't imagine a future where I could be happy without having a child, and worst of all, I kept trying to convince myself that pregnancy loss and childlessness weren't a big deal. This challenge was amplified by other losses I hadn't processed, and other times I had felt grief, shame, and regret.
I tried talk therapy, self-help books, gardening, meditation, and while these things were helpful, none of them changed how sad and broken I felt.
Then one day, I found a training program where I learned the skills I needed to start healing and see a new path forward. I will never be the same - no one who suffers a loss ever is, whether it is the loss of a person, of identity, or of hope. I like to think that the new me is bigger, more courageous, more aware. My grief brought to the surface every wound or loss I've ever experienced, every shadow I'd been running from, and every place where I needed to love myself more. This journey increased my capacity to hold safe space for others to do the same.
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