My Blog: Writing to Heal
I started blogging on Medium.com in June 2016, eight months after my daughter Poppy died.
I found solace in the community (and claps) that formed around me as I shared both my grief and my growth.
When the pain was unbearably isolating, my words always kept me company.
Many years later, an award-winning author and mindset life coach for women, I was forced to reach deep again when I was diagnosed with Stage IV metastatic breast cancer at the tender age of 41.
My words helped me make sense of the cataclysmic events unfolding in my life.
Once again, I found comfort in the power of writing it all down. I hope you enjoy and find comfort in my words.
XO, Katie
Leaning In For Support
Trying to make sense of stillbirth is exhausting. During our prenatal care, which I do believe was excellent, no one even mentioned the word.
The First Night Home
We got home from the hospital around 6:00pm the day after Poppy was born. Our friend Kirsten drove us in our car. I sat in the front. Eli sat in the back next to the car seat. It was rush hour and when I saw all the cars driving to and from wherever they were coming and going I felt crushed. Didn’t they know my baby had died?
When Grief Brews
I can’t sleep. I posted my first blog entry earlier this evening and although it’s unlikely anyone has read it, my mind won’t rest with all the stories I want to share.
Our Little Poppyseed
Back in February my friend Bonnie contacted me through Facebook and asked me if I’d consider writing a monologue about Poppy’s birth story.
Her name was Poppy Annabelle.
Hello World. My name is Katie and I’m starting this blog as a means to help me (and hopefully others) deal with the raw emotions of grief. On Monday, October 26, 2015, I gave birth to my first born child, Poppy Annabelle. She was stillborn. Her heart had inexplicably stopped beating at some point after our last prenatal appointment only days before.