Anxiety is part of my journey as a grieving mum. It is new an unfamiliar, just like learning to live with the death of my child. Today I went to a kids indoor climbing place with a playground on the side. Luke took us there with our 3 1/2 year old Mackenzie, to get out … Continue reading Processing Anxiety as a Grieving Mum
Coping with the grief of losing a child.I was honoured by a request to share my experience with Christina and her community at http://www.thisisreallifemama.com Christina is a licensed therapist Christina is a mental health professional, she also works from home to care for her children. She is a licensed therapist in California and still completes … Continue reading A Day at a Time; Coping with Grief
I cannot comprehend (at this moment) living with a pain that won't ever go away. That has it's own currents like an ocean.
In my case at least there is so much more going on sub-consciously than you realise.
I wander around getting ready, but also 'now what SHOULD I be doing right now?' Well as my lovely support network tells me, there are NO rules. I get to choose what I'm up for or not.
Not long ago, weeks after the funeral a non-descriptive letter arrived in the mail. I got it out of the mail box and Luke gave me a sideways look, he had been trying to check the mail first, ever since they had told us we would receive the death certificate in the mail. I probably … Continue reading The letter in the mail
Who am I? My name is Abigail Burton, I am 29. My husband, Luke and I have been married for nearly 9 years. Our children are Shane 7, Matthew who was 5, Mackenzie 3 & Baby Burton who would be 1. I was a happily running a bookkeeping practice from home. Unfortunately, I had to … Continue reading Why A Blog? – About Us
I don't want to talk about the funeral. Talking about any of it is a massive energy drain, not necessarily a bad thing, it just is.
The Palliative Care nurse asked, as she had every time we spoke, "How are you doing?"
I know the isolation of building your life around the space station. No freedom to come and go as you wish. No ability to have play dates back on earth whenever you wish.
Caring for yourself as a Carer 