Talking,writing and friendships have been the best form therapy for me.
I talk far too much,I know I piss people off,I used to care but for most people who are annoyed by my speaking out have no idea, nnd have no right to judge on how I put myself back together.
When I couldn’t talk face to face writing became my number one form of therapy. It was a release, a way of letting go of things that were bothering me. To tell the world what was hurting me,without the need to see the pity,the head tilts.
To keep her memory alive.
Friendships, including my husband and of course my children.
Brought smiles,laughter. They helped pulled me through,we helped each other to pull us all through.
Here is Melody’s story begun in NICU rounded off with our journey of her little sister’s pregnancy, and first birthday.