There’s no question that grief is hard. It takes everything you have just to be a human when you’re deep in grief. It’s physical, it’s mental, and it’s tough.
The day that I was lying in my hospital bed waiting for my induction to help me push out my stillborn baby boy, Jonah, I made a decision. We had been fighting to keep my son alive for a couple months, and it took everything that I had to survive through it. I was physically and emotionally weary from months of a stressful pregnancy, and on that day when it came to an end, I decided that I was going to need help to make it through what had happened, and what was happening.
That decision, on that day that my brain was barely able to form sentences, let alone make important decisions, is one of the most important ones I’ve made in my life. I knew I would need help and support, and I would need guidance. So, immediately after I left the hospital, I looked for a therapist.
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