My journey started back in December 2016. At 26 weeks and five days gestation we suddenly had to say goodbye to our son Oliver. We as parents had to make a choice—to continue with the pregnancy or interrupt our little boy’s life.
As a mother, you never want your children to experience pain and suffering and we were told his cardiac heart abnormalitlies were so severe that his chances of living outside my womb would be slim to none.
Two weeks after his passing, I started to have scary intrusive thoughts about my son who was four at the time. I spoke to my GP who very coldly dismissed me.
I had to take my healing into my own hands and I searched for help. I finally found a clinical therapist who, through cognitive therapy, assured my fears were a normal part of postpartum depression.
Now almost two years later, my son is six and my daughter is eight months, and I am continuing to heal.
Six months ago I decided I needed to help with the healing for moms in my community. Now I am currently studying to receive my masters in counseling psychology so I can lend my ear as well as my heart so other moms have a safe place to land.