The struggle is oh so very real all year long, but especially this celebrated holiday slog. The only thing I would add to this list is, you’re probably not alone in feeling this way during this time. We’re all longing for something different than our reality when it’s splayed so starkly in front of us, showing us what we have, what we had, and what we haven’t. Breaking down that barrier and being honest about how you feel can be a release for you. It can also be a relief for others around you who want to share in that pain. #adayinthelifewithgrief • 📸 by @blessingmanifesting
Two days ago I had a dream about Ethan. I often remember my dreams but I haven’t had one about my baby before. This dream was unusual too. God was speaking to me through this dream. There was so much revelation and closure he was speaking into my heart. I thought that 5 years after losing Ethan I already had “closure” but God revealed my heart was not completely whole yet. He cares about those who are mourning and comforts them. There is always more healing with God. Not only does he restores but He brings purpose to our hurts. 💙
He reveals deep and hidden things; he knows what lies in darkness, and light dwells with him. Daniel 2:22
A New Diagnosis : I have a lot of new followers, and with that comes a lot of questions. Lately, the question I've been getting is, 'What is Sophia's Diagnosis?'. It's a complicated answer so, I'll answer all of you at once.
I've been thinking a lot about it and decided to write about it since we recently received new answers as to what caused some of her differences.
Feel free to read about it on my website. For those of you that are new to following us, you can learn more about the work we’ve done to normalize profound disabilities and facial differences, as well as the work I've done in healthcare advocacy and beyond.
The link is in my bio
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Always believe in your soul
You've got the power to know
You're indestructible, always believe in, 'cos you are GOLD . . .
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A month or so ago she wrote a post about what it’s been like living with #concussion and #PTSD. I asked if I could share it but then I didn’t! She probably thinks I got busy and forgot but the truth is I was too angry and pissed off. Frankly, I’d much prefer to be sharing the story of her full recovery! I’m angry that she was injured while cycling the length of the UK to raise money and awareness to support children bereaved by suicide. I’m sad that she planned to cross the finish line on the 5th anniversary of my brother, Bryn’s, death but never made it. I’m frustrated that she was injured while taking time away from her job as a Paediatric Emergency Doctor which she has been unable to return to.
So yes, there are many layers to how unfair this all is but the main reason for my rage is that she has given her all to support and help others and now she is giving her all to heal herself, but ‘we’ suck at supporting her back!! Our knowledge about how best to treat concussion is growing but still limited. Our health system doesn’t know how to handle an
invisible illness with a multitude of varying symptoms. Our society with its loud chatter, bright flashing lights, fast pace and dependence on technology is not a welcoming place for someone with a constant headache and difficulty processing.
While I rage she continues to face these challenges with determination and resiliency. It’s been 16 months and she has no idea what the future looks for her. Please take a minute to read her post linked in my stories and send her a hug 🤗. If you know of others who have recovered or health professionals specializing in traumatic brain injury please reach out with the details. 🙏
The second post in the grief at Christmas series ✨
KNOW YOUR LIMITS ✋🏻
As you’re well aware there are often many events & nights out over Christmas from Christmas work parties to extended family get togethers, nights out with friends, lunch dates etc. While all these things are great if you have the energy, they can be very draining if not. When you are grieving remember that you will probably have a lot less energy & you typically need more rest & sleep. You may not be able to do what you could do in the past! .
It would be a shame to miss out on all of these occasions & lets hope that some of them help you to create beautiful memories of Christmas 2019. However it’s important that you put yourself first. Ask yourself is this something I actually want to go to or am I doing it to keep up appearances, to keep someone else happy? Sometimes we do things to please someone else but if the cost is our own detriment then that is not ok. Ask yourself how much you are capable of? Maybe agree to one night out/ lunch first & see how that one goes. Put plans in place if you need or want to make a quick exit- maybe have a lift organised just incase or someone on standby. Learn to say the word “no”. It comes back to tip no.1 from earlier this week- communicate to people “I just can’t do that today” or “can I see how I feel on the day” rather than making definite plans. .
Go easy on yourself & put yourself & your needs high on your priority list. Burning yourself out will be of no benefit to anyone ❤️
Sending you love ❤️ .
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It's a great feeling to make somebody else happy. And the best feelings I can experience is making somebody laugh and also laughing myself.
To love... truly is a gift. ❤️ To be in love, to express love, to do the things we love, and be with the people we love.
Live life with passion and to it's fullest, enjoy those you love and make the most of every precious moment.❤️ #life#grief#loss#love#laughter#moments#health#belifes#emotions#inspiration#motivation
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We are thrilled to announce this opportunity — A Journey for the Grieving Heart.
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October 25 – November 4, 2020 | $2,450 (excluding airfare). A portion of the proceeds will come back to CEH Hospice. .
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Info session coming soon!
To all my loss Mamas.. Your miscarriage was not your fault.
I see so many women blaming themselves or saying things like, “maybe I was doing too much” Or, “maybe I didnt exercise and look after myself enough.” But honestly, nothing you did caused this. I promise you.
The amount of times I had to repeat this sentence to myself, especially the days following the miscarriage. I kept asking myself if I did something to cause it. Why did this happen? Did I teach too much yoga or move my body in a certain way and that’s why.. Did I stress too much? Hoover too much? Honestly the blame that I put on myself drove me insane. The constant over-thinking. When in reality, nothing I did or didn’t do caused this and there was nothing I could have done to prevent it happening, and I had to make peace with that.. because it’s the truth.
Naturally we try to find answers, and when we can’t, we blame ourselves. I get it. Believe me. But I want you to repeat this to yourself if you’re currently struggling and feeling guilty.
This was not your fault.
This was not your fault.
This was not your fault.
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Oooooo...here’s a verse & portion of scripture that I’m sure likes to be forgotten! It deals with #forgiveness As humans we like to hold onto that #anger, #grief, #wrong-doing, etc...we like being the #victim! It’s time to #forgive...it states to #loveyourenemies and that’s tough. Have you ever reached out to your “enemy” and take them to lunch? Or brought them #coffee? Leave an encouraging note on their desk? You might see a change in them, see them in a different light, & most importantly see you change! We are all #godsbrokeninstruments It is sometimes difficult to begin to heal ourselves so #God can use us when we harbor #unforgiveness#hate#apathy Ask God to show you...are you harboring unforgivness? Are you looking at someone just waiting for God to smite them? Forgiveness begins healing the broken. How’s your #gospeloflukechallenge coming along?
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When someone I know is ill or injured, I get self-conscious about who I am and what I represent. I sometimes think my presence in others’ lives is as the poster child of sudden death: Look! This could happen to you! •
While my first response is to check in and find out what my friend needs. My second response is to wonder if I should stay away, in case my presence reminds them of what could happen. •
When the situation is tenuous and someone is trying to have hope, I worry that I’m a bleak reminder. That fear of “what I represent” makes me second guess my words in texts to my friend; fear of saying the wrong thing holds me back from showing up: “You’re trying to be perfect in what you say to them because you know what you know, but what you know is not who you are. They see you as who you are.” •
It took that statement from one of my beloveds, and a conversation with several of my widowed friends, to help me understand that my friends don’t see me as the presence of death. They see me as…. me. They’re glad to have me with them as friend and companion, and probably don’t think “presence of death” when I walk into a room. How thankful I am to have people in my life who see me, beyond what I know of death. •
It is true that my experience – both personal and professional – helps me understand that hideous limbo when the outcome is too unclear to even contemplate, in either direction. It helps me know how to listen, how to wait – without hope, without expectation. It helps me hang in the silence. •
Maybe it’s good to be who I am. No matter the outcome of anything. •
Have you felt like this? Like your very presence has the power to destroy someone’s tenuous #hope for good outcome? Knowing what you know, do you hold yourself back, force yourself to say only “perfect” things, because you know how much the wrong words grate? It’s such an odd aspect of #grief – seeing things the way we sometimes do. It helps to talk about it. •
These are the kinds of conversations we have all the time in the #WritingYourGrief course and ongoing alumni groups. Follow the link in my profile to come join us and see.
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A year ago... My sister picked out my wedding dress. I remember that day perfectly. I was so excited to go dress shopping, happy that Stace was in town, and had my girls, my mom and MIL with me. We went to Champaign at a beautiful bridal shop.
When we walked into the shop, I was overwhelmed with all the dresses. I had an idea of what I wanted, and my dad gave me a budget. Anyways, I tried on so many dresses, really liked a few, but didn’t have that “wow I absolutely love this” feeling.
Ally noticed a dress hanging in another dressing room. She remembered it as the one I kept pinning on Pinterest. Something very different but totally my style, and of course, out of my budget. But did she care? Heck no! She told the attendant to pull the dress for me to try on... and the lady did not argue. Ally had a sense of strength that radiated from her, and others could feel it.
I tried the dress on and cried. It was perfect. It was exactly what I wanted, and I felt beautiful. We bought the dress that day... Ally said, “heck Kate, dad can pay for it! Mine was outta budget too!” I called Dad, he agreed (He’s amazing) and I left with such a happy full heart!
Fast forward three months... and Ally is gone.. my desire for a big fancy wedding is over. None of that mattered anymore. None of the fancy, showy stuff mattered. My heart broken and without her, it just didn’t feel right... Grant and I then planned a very small intimate wedding sooner than before, and my dress would not arrive in time. The shop was amazing, gave us our full refund on the dress (which never happens) and I got to wear my sisters wedding dress.
I put her dress on the morning of our wedding, and I felt here there, arms wrapped around me. My heart longs for the memories I have with her, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want her here right now. Oh how I greatly miss you, Ally. 💕 And how thankful I am to have had you for 23 years.
December 6, 2019 Daily Devotional
Read: Jeremiah 24
* “Here is what Adonai the God of Israel says: ‘I will regard the exiles from Judah, whom I sent away from this place to the land of Kasdim, as good, just as I do these good figs. I will look after them for their good, I will bring them back to this land; I will build them up and not tear them down, plant them and not pull them up. I will give them a heart to know me that I am Adonai. They will be my people, and I will be their God; for they will return to me with all their heart.’” (Jeremiah 24:5-7 CJSB)
The promise for those who return to God with all their heart is edification, deep roots and tall, fruit producing stalks, and a heart that knows the Lordship of God. Jesus teaches the parable of the Prodigal Son. God’s prophetic promise through His vessel Jeremiah finds its consistency in the word picture of the Messiah. The exiles, in every way, were the prodigals. Jeremiah is the older brother, but not in rebellion. Jeremiah is the older brother solely in the fact that he never left home. He lived a life knowing, doing, and being the son who was always with the Father. Repent and return, if you must. Still, it is far better to live life as an older brother with a very good heart—a heart that knows and loves the things the Father loves.
Today's Meditation: Two sons
Look to the East,
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