All my children

This one is for my unborn children. The ones that never saw the sun. You are not forgotten. I still think of you in the midst of my happiest moments. I imagine what it would be like with you here. When I hug your sisters and brother I imagine stretching my arms wider so you... Continue Reading →

Whose grief is this?

Image: Jellyfish by Oxcoxa Being an emphath is difficult during the best of times. We feel everything. Deeply. We often catch feelings that are not ours, literally. The sickness of the world sometimes leaves us doubled up in pain, our own bodies torn apart by it. As the world reels from the effects of the... Continue Reading →

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