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A Place to Rest Your Heavy Heart

You cannot understand child loss until you have experienced it yourself. Come to a safe space where you will be understood. Here, you are allowed to grieve and love your child.

 
losing your child- a mothers grief

This is a picture of my daughter. Her name was Aria Faye. She died when she was 15 months old, and after finding her I’ve struggled with PTSD and anxiety. It’s been a rough couple of years, but ultimately I want to bring HOPE to other grieving families. It’s possible to learn to live with grief, to get help, and live a joyful and full life. The light is completely out in the tunnel right now, but if I can encourage you to keep going, and slowly that light can be seen.

I’m not saying grief ever goes away, because it doesn’t, but it becomes a companion in your life. It says you’ve loved and you’ve lost. It shows you that you are human, and being human is having pain. Please join me on this journey of grief, you don’t need to do all of it alone.

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Each Day is a new day

You can get through the hard things

 

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It can be hard to share your story. Maybe it seems too painful. Maybe you don’t think it’s worthy enough of sharing. Each of our stories is unique and special to us. Writing your story and owning it is powerful. If you want to share your story, please submit it below!

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On the day Aria died

I have not written about the day Aria died. Many people do not even know what happened to her, or how she died. I talk a lot about grief, PTSD, and dealing with the aftermath of death. Most of the time, I don’t share much about the day she died. It’s not because I don’t want to share. I think the details and the events surrounding her death and what happened are so traumatic for me, and they might be hard for others to read.

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What it’s really like to live with PTSD

I’ve thought back many times to the experience of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) in it’s strongest form for me. I feel like I cannot fully explain the depth and terrifying experience that it is. I want to try to explain how PTSD felt like for me. Remember, this can be different for everyone, so just because you don’t think or do the same exact things I did, doesn’t mean you don’t have some form of PTSD.

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A rainbow after a storm

“It is understood that the beauty of a rainbow does not negate the ravages of any storm. When a rainbow appears, it does not mean the storm never happened or that we are not still dealing with it’s aftermath. It means that something beautiful and full of light has appeared in the midst of the darkness and clouds. Storm clouds may still hover, but the rainbow provides a counterbalance of color, energy, and hope.”-Author Unknown