A few days ago, I was killing some time before an appointment wandering around Target. One aisle over, I heard a child scream. It wasn’t the tantrum cry; it wasn’t I don’t feel well cry. It was a cry out in terror. I recognized it from my childhood. As I got closer, I heard a man saying the type of… Read more »
Twenty-one years ago today, I had a miscarriage. We found out I was pregnant three weeks after our wedding. I was on birth control pills, but that didn’t work. We were newly married, he was getting ready to leave for his first 6-month deployment on the submarine. I lived 7 hours from my parents, and I was alone in a… Read more »
Openly allowing grief connected to the trauma and loss will enable me to see the event as if I was looking at a photograph or watching a film. This process had given me the ability to see things as an observer, not a participant.