The Journey of Grief is Meant to be Traveled (Plus an Oatmeal Recipe)
A few weeks ago, I thought to myself, "My blog is really depressing. All I write about is grief."
And while I don't know if "depressing" is the right word to describe this blog, it is true that I mostly write about sadness and loss, with some posts on our rainbow baby mixed in.
I decided it was time to switch things up. After all, there is more to [my] life than grief. Right?
If you've been following this blog for awhile (and I do mean awhile), you might remember that I used to write mostly about food -- first focusing on my battle against disordered eating, and then eating disorder recovery and healthy eating. I used to take and post a rather ridiculous amount of food photos. Sometimes it was a grind, but often it was a fun challenge.
I found myself missing that, so I decided to bring the food back. I cooked up some oats for breakfast, topped it off with scrumptious goodies, and took lots of photos before devouring said oats, intending to share my photos and a recipe here on the blog later.
There, I thought to myself. I'm back. I'm not a grief blogger at all.
Then the six month anniversary of Eve's stillbirth hit, sending pain cutting through me in all new ways. And I realized -- my life really is all about grief right now, and to deny it would be both unhealthy and unhelpful.