Our friends went to our house and hid the pregnancy books, which I'd been reading just the night before we lost her. They took down the congratulations cards from the bookcase. My husband steeled himself to put the little pink dresses and frilly babygrows in the attic, so I wouldn't see them in the spare room.
Panic attacks come in all forms, all of which suck tremendously. They can be brought on by specific triggers or seemingly come out of nowhere with no rhyme or reason. They can vary from feeling like you're dying to getting the shakes to anything in between. How are you to deal with these potentially debilitating moments?
It was love. Beautiful but weighted with the knowledge that it wouldn't last forever. It generated desperate need but was fragile and could be choked off by need itself. It was insecure making and led to jealousy because without him, it felt like I would die. It's what Hollywood preached and what Auden captured in heartrending simplicity.
This Sunday marks the 75th anniversary of the Kindertransport, a rescue mission that helped save nearly 10,000 Jewish children from Nazi Germany bringing them to the safety of Britain before the outbreak of WWII... I would like to take the opportunity to commemorate the people whose experiences still inspire the work we do today, helping communities around the world in need survive and revitalise with dignity and pride.