Loss of control
Guilt is sneaky, unpredictable, and utterly overwhelming. My guilt has literally been suffocating me…knowing that I continue to live on, while my daughter is no longer here. What is grief supposed to look like? How SHOULD I be acting? If I don’t live for my family and my other children, I would feel horrible…but smiling, laughing, and enjoying life seems so much like I am neglecting Bridget’s memory. And then there’s just this unbearable, unrelenting ache that won’t ever subside…therefore throwing me right back into the depths of grief once again. I’ve seen things a mother should NEVER EVER have to see. I’ve had to make decisions a parent should never have to suffer through. I can see why the divorce rate is so high in couples who have lost children. No one grieves the same. Your world is inevitably rocked and you will forever be changed. Being there for your child’s first breath, as well as their last, invokes a ripple effect that will be deeply ingrained throughout the entirety of
