Updated on October 30, 2017
Whiplash and grief. These two words were given to me by my therapist on my visit to her office last Spring after I shared with her all that went down in my life the previous two years. These two words accurately described those tumultuous years. When I first arrived at my therapist’s office, I felt disoriented. Not lost but definitely at a loss.
Judah was 6 months old at this time, and I was still reeling from his unexpected presence in my life. I fell in love with Judah