I gazed at my thin contorted body through the mirrors surrounding me on all sides. The face looking back seemed dazed, eyes empty and unfocused. My hair and makeup were given barely a moment’s notice that morning and it showed. As I studied my reflection, the yoga instructor gently called to us to extend…
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Grieving the child that never died: The grief of a failed adoption
Continue...I think we try very hard not to compare and categorize grief around here, especially in this corner of the loss community, but even as I say that, I am not totally sure if this experience fits with the type of experiences and grief that we normally talk about here. But for me, it is…
