My healing journey has been anything but perfect. The day we learned of our devastating news, it was like I rolled up in a ball in a corner and didn’t want anyone to know I was hurting and heartbroken. Just stepping out of bed to get myself read for the door was a chore and I found it so much easier to just stay home instead of going to work. One of the things that slowly started to help was to talk to someone I really trusted. That person was my mom. Don’t be afraid to reach out to someone for help. Reach out to someone you fully trust though!