When I lost my baby a few months ago, I had a miscarriage in the first trimester, I was upset. I grieved for the baby I wouldn't get to hold. While talking about it with my husband, he gave me a great idea for how to process my grief. I was afraid of forgetting my baby. I hadn't felt any movement and barely knew the baby was there before I lost it. I was worried that I would forget. That our family would forget the precious soul that should have joined us. I wanted to make a memorial for my baby. Nothing fancy or showy for the world, just a reminder for our family. I love pyrography, wood burning, so my husband suggested that I make a wooden memorial such as a family tree. I loved that idea! I spent the next hour thinking about how to do it and what I would need. I made several sketches of my tree. I was on fire with the plan for remembering my baby. It was a helpful project for me. I'm proud to say that I finished my family tree this weekend. It was wonderful spending the time with my baby, making the leaves, decorating the trunk, and deciding how to hang all the pieces. This was a beautiful project that I'm proud of. I really hope it becomes a family heirloom. It includes our children (my husband and I), our parents, and our grandparents. The persons who are deceased at the time of creating the tree have downward turned leaves.
"Depression" by Emilie R. B. Pratt 14 August 2017 I want to hide in darkness Surrounded by despair. I can't control my feelings It's hard to find the air. This isn't me. I don't know where I am. The sadness slowly took over. One little piece at a time It came crawling, reaching, Touching every part of my life. I miss myself. I want to be set free. My life was full of purpose. I had direction, confidence, peace. People wanted to be around me, Very few things bring relief. Anger, fear, anxiety, stress. They all take a turn. I don't have any control. I must watch from a distance. I want to come back. I feel defeated. Doctors are expensive, But maybe there's a way. I'm afraid to lose completely, But the darkness makes me stay. I have depression.
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