Mama’s Little Milestone

20 Days, 60 Follows, 500 Post Likes, 1,000 Hits…my little milestones…

It’s been 20 days since I started writing on grief poetry. This was born out of my personal loss that I am still trying to navigate through.

When I lost my baby who was stillborn, I thought I would never write again. I couldn’t imagine that I would do something I loved ever again. But then I realized that I wasn’t ready to talk about my grief, I couldn’t make it real by talking about it so I decided to try writing my conflicted emotions.

Writing for me has always been everything I had. I write when I am happy, I write when I am hurting, I write when I am broken, I write when I am in and out of love, I write when I am celebrating, I write even when I am uninspired…so it just made sense that I would write my grief. Even though I write, I still cannot put it into the right words how the death of my baby has changed me. It still hurts so bad there are days I want to not feel anything. Then there are those days I feel nothing when all I want to feel is everything.

I just needed an outlet of all these strange, horrible, unfathomable emotions, feelings and needs. Before writing I wondered; who would read about pain or grief? Who would want to feel my emotions on paper? Who would even understand? Yet I had to write. For me. And you. And her. And him. And them. It didn’t matter if no one read, I just needed to write.

This is my safe and free therapist’s chair that I get to pour myself out in the most vulnerable and intimate way. This is my diary that I let you read about my struggles and the journey towards getting to a place where it hurts less if not at all. It has been so far a place that I look foward to coming everyday without fear of being judged or condemned. I feel safe when I come to grief poetry, I feel like I am not alone, I feel a certain comfort when I am here. And it is all because you have welcomed and embraced me in this little blogosphere of mine. Your comments, encouragement, understanding, support and advice has made me stronger each day. This journey of grieving has been made bearable because you are here with me holding me in your own way.

So as I celebrate and acknowledge the little milestone on grief poetry, I want to say THANK YOU, for listening to my rants, laments, cries, sometimes hopelessness and even grief. I hope to find my peace, healing and even comfort in the end. I look foward to sharing my healing journey with all of you. Much love and hugs to every person who visits my sometimes conflicted space. You truly are amazing😍😍😍😍