Grieving what is lost

The tears fall staining the front of my dress. Sobs rack my body and I struggle to catch my breath. There is pain deep in my chest, twisting knots that feel like my heart is tearing. This is grief. Grief...

Finding your happy ending.

    When I trained as a doula it helped me in so many ways. I learned about the physiology of birth the way a women’s body responds, the role of hormones and way both a woman and those supporting...

I wish I could ban the word – Failure.

‘I don’t believe in failure because simply by saying you’ve failed you’ve admitted you attempted and anyone who attempts is not a failure’ Failure, if I could ban any word it would be that one. Failure to thrive, Failure to progress,...