My husband put it best when he said to me recently that “new holes have been ripped into the grief [I was] finally getting a handle on.” In laughably shitty timing, trust in my admittedly meager support system has also been badly damaged so I’m circling my wagons (wagon?) until I don’t feel like a strong sun flare could knock me over.
The Vilomah Project newsletter is a one-woman operation so I am careful to balance its content and release schedule against what my mental health can safely support. I am evaluating my ability to write the next newsletter on a day-by-day basis and I promise it will return as soon as I regain my footing, but I have no timeframe for when that might be. This weekend? Next week? Next month? No clue.
If you are a bereaved parent, my inbox is always open to you so feel free to email me at lisa@lisamcgreevy.com. Please put "Vilomah Parent" in the subject line so it's filtered correctly. All other messages will be deleted unread.