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  1. 7 Grueling Years

    Hi, I'll go ahead and welcome myself back here. I'm Tasha. I'm a 32 year old who has spent the last 3.5 years doing the dirty mental health self-care that no person wants to face. I am divorced now and co-parent a 12 year old son, Dante. I know that I am very privileged to be his mother. I wish I could lie and say I have strong memories of anything I've said or done relating to my life-changing experience with CDH, but I cannot. I am forever grateful for the Welcome Packet I was sent when I was ...
  2. Time does heal all wounds.

    I'm not saying that it's all better because it's not. I don't think I will ever be completely over her death, I just think that it's starting to scar. I don't find myself crying as often. I have memories that are fond of her. I remember her wiggling in my tummy. I remember her getting all crazy when I drank orange juice. The way she bonded with my son even before she was outside of my body.
    I just got her medical charts back and I'm puzzled. When the doctor came into my room that night she ...
  3. A month and a day

    It's been a month and a day since her birth and death day. I feel like I just keep reliving that day over & over again. I find myself day dreaming about it all the time. I have those regrets of what I shoulda/coulda done but I can't beat myself up over it. I feel like it is hard to talk to my friends and family because they are tired of hearing about it. Ooorrrr... like in the case of my nana (grandma), she says that I'm putting on a front and I'll break down later. I honestly don't feel like ...