I stopped writing. I don’t know why. Even my journal has
been neglected these past few months. There’s no real answer, but I think I
just needed to live life for a bit and process quietly. My mind wasn’t ready to
articulate the thoughts, emotions, and experiences we were dealing with at the
time…even in the privacy of my own journal. So, I took a break and that was
good. But today, I sat down to read someone else’s writing and suddenly I missed
my own words. I’d picked up the pen and began writing personally a few weeks
ago, but it was still sparingly. But today, all of a sudden, I missed writing.
So, there are no promises that this writing will continue, but, for now, my
voice is ready to be a bit more audible again.
The quiet was good. It was needed and, I think, a part of this healing process we’re still going through. Our hearts have grieved, struggled, ached, hoped, and healed over this last year. I don’t think we’re done with any of those things, as we continue to experience each one. A year later, it’s hard to envision who we were before we were ever told, “Something’s wrong with your baby.” I’m becoming more comfortable with my new self, but it has been a long year getting to know her…a very long year.
With love,
Rebecca
The quiet was good. It was needed and, I think, a part of this healing process we’re still going through. Our hearts have grieved, struggled, ached, hoped, and healed over this last year. I don’t think we’re done with any of those things, as we continue to experience each one. A year later, it’s hard to envision who we were before we were ever told, “Something’s wrong with your baby.” I’m becoming more comfortable with my new self, but it has been a long year getting to know her…a very long year.
With love,
Rebecca
