There are experiences that stick in our own memories for years. Sometimes we write them and share them with those on our blogs. Angie Kinghorn recently wrote a post that will likely stick in my mind for years to come. It's about birth and fear and death and mental health and even music. The raw emotion in this post combined with the fantastic writing create a post that I don't think you'll forget either.
Get some tissues ready and share in her experience:
No part of me was whole as I sat there rocking back and forth in the darkened nursery letting the music pull every dark thing out of the deepest recesses of my head. The memory of the traumatic birth was fresh, and I was literally being held together by threads. The experience of birth brought forth thoughts of its twin, death, and the music unleashed images of my father in pain, coming to the hospital to meet his grandbabies the day before he started a clinical trial he hoped would buy him a few more months. I was paralyzed with fear that his inevitable death would be as painful as my grandfather’s. The babies were sleeping, and over the music in my earbuds I could hear the whooshing of the hospital grade breast pump as it sucked milk and life and joy itself from my cracked nipples.
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