This past weekend I spent a day cleaning out our garage. I stumbled on a bin filled with my old journals. Stacked between my Hello Kitty journal from 1st grade and a series of dollar store composition books from my early 30’s was the beat up leather notebook I filled up in the months after Stevie passed away. I flipped through the[...]
Reading has played an invaluable role in my healing since navigating the loss of our 3 year old daughter, Stevie. I was able to retreat from the world that overwhelmed me into pages and pages filled by those who had found just the words to capture the jumbled feelings of my heart. I felt seen and understood and less alone. These b[...]
This Spring marked the fruition of a long time dream and beginning of a new adventure for our family. We are now the grateful owners of a 1964 A-Frame in Lake Arrowhead. We are doing as much of the work ourselves as possible. I say this with a grain of salt--we're hard workers but not especially handy, so we'll be bringing in th[...]
Pain is universal. My pain is not meant to be measured or compared against another's. Pain is relative. My greatest pain is the same as your greatest pain. And when we stop treating pain like a spectrum and instead realize it's what has the power to connect and unify us, perhaps more than anything else...well, that's the day tha[...]
I've learned to reframe my relationship with self care. I was the person who always told myself that I was "bad at self-care", that it didn't come naturally to me, that rather than bring me relief and comfort, it just felt...exhausting. For so long, self-care had become just another thing on my to-do list. Another thing that di[...]
Words on Grief: Words I've read that have reached my soul. Words I've written, sharing my heart. Words I've repeated, as a sort of mantra for strength during the healing. Words I've shared in hopes that others in the trench of grief may be reminded that they are not alone. Follow more of my journey over at @littlemissmomma on Insta[...]
via @michellebeller After losing Stevie earlier this year I made two simple promises to myself. I promised I would get out of bed every day. And I promised I would get dressed every day. I didn't need to leave the house. I didn't need to put on a face that didn't match what I was feeling inside. I didn't need to rush through my[...]
