Dear, Grief, Anger and Sadness

A letter to my emotions + Updates and News

Updates and News

• I hope everyone found our 14-day practice that wrapped up last week helpful. For those of you who are new to The Miscarriage Therapist, or if you are interested in revisiting the course at any point, the posts will remain up.

• Starting next Monday, I will resume our Mindfulness Mondays! Those posts are available to all subscribers, and audio recordings of Mindfulness Mondays are available for paid subscribers.

• For the first time, in what seems like forever, I have encountered some health issues that have nothing to do with fertility planning. Two years ago, I had my last surgery related to fertility, and that was the last time I took any time off for health-related issues. Part of me feels a bit grateful to be focusing on a part of my body that has nothing to do with my ovaries, uterus, fallopian tubes, or egg reserve. But I’m also realizing that I’m in space where I am learning to advocate for myself all over again. With fertility, I knew how to fight for my wants and needs. I knew which tests I had completed, which tests still needed to be explored, and what parts of me needed tending to. All of this being said, I don’t foresee a break in our weekly posts! I might just take a day or two longer to respond to any messages here.

Registration now open: On Saturday, September 28, I will be hosting a virtual retreat for everyone who has completed our 14-day course, The Language We Use. This retreat will be a space for us to process what we learned in the course, identify our needs at this stage, and begin to further process our emotions and utilize coping strategies to support us through our losses. The retreat will run from 10am - 1pmET. The fee is $75 for the three hours. Message me to sign up!

A Letter to My Emotions

Dear, Grief,

The fact that I have to sit with you once again breaks my heart. Why is it that when I move on from one experience with you, I’m faced with another? Can you give me a break? Please?? Aren’t there other people you need to visit? Why is it always me?

When you visit me, you consume me. I can’t focus. I can’t work. Food doesn’t taste good. I forget to drink water. I’m exhausted when I’m with you, but somehow, sleep eludes me when night falls. The cycle repeats the next day – and you never seem to leave.