If I’m smiling and possess a bright aura, shouldn’t I be filled with immense joy and grief should be on the back burner? Well, yes and no. The huge chunks of grief stem from “surviving” breast cancer and living in a country that doesn’t value people who look like me. Just wh...
And that’s a huge chunk of what grief is about. We don’t “get over” someone; we don’t “get through” with the grieving process; we don’t “move on” with our lives. What we do is we make room. Room for new friends. Room for new memories. Room for new things. Room ...
who we wanted so much to give a sibling. Thus I also found it frustrating when people would tell me or insinuate that I should “just be happy with the child I had.” This is often something secondary infertiles feel guilty about, so please don’t make it worse...