Grief is an incredibly mysterious experience. So personal and unique to each individual, yet something we all experience. How ironic that the loneliest journey we will ever face gains some of the most powerful strength and healing through the community of other lonely grievers.

Grieving the loss of your child has often been deemed one of the most stressful events one can endure. Clearly being one of the most important times to reach out to others and build community, yet one of the most difficult times to find the ability to do so.

The loss of my son weakened my abilities so deeply that I often could barely breathe my way through the day. I often carried so much anguish that I questioned if I would ever make it through okay; or make it through at all.

But the truth is that you do make it through. You do build a new life that includes what you have lost. This life rebuild takes time and moves slowly. Time does not take it away, but it does soften the edges of the pain.  Time allows for building new things.

Through my journey of losing my son, I have found healing, hope and strength in the community of other mothers who walk this journey. My hope is to pass that healing on to others who face this pain. My heart believes we moms are connected in a unique way that nobody else can understand. We have grown our tiny humans in our bellies, we loved them, we hugged them, and we lost them. That makes us united as we walk this lonely path.

All I really have to offer is my story and share what I have learned along my journey so far. My hope is that maybe my story can help others in the same way other moms help me by sharing theirs. Welcome to my journey.