During my last session, my psychiatrist said I was mourning not only the death of my unborn child but also my own. He was surprised that I could hold so much pain and sorrow for so long time. I’ve been mourning my “death” since my father left my mother and rejected me and my brothers. The loss of my unborn child triggered my downfall, and since I just have been “running” away from everything, I just broke down as everything eventually caught up to me.

Acceptance is the first step, and forgiveness the next. There is no quick fix, so I would try everything to heal myself.