It's been nearly 7 years now (wow!) since we lost our baby boy. It's taken this long for me to finally feel the freedom and boldness to speak his name without a little bit of hesitancy. I always felt a little embarrassed to talk about it because I don't want to make the person I'm talking to feel uncomfortable. I don't want people to think I'm dwelling on the past. I don't want people to feel sorry for me. I don't want to have to go into the whole story. I don't want them to feel like they have to listen to my whole story and awkwardly listen. By not being awkward about talking about him, people don't feel awkward about hearing about him, I've found.
Telling his story isn't about feeling sorry for myself or dwelling on the past, it's about freeing myself from those chains that have been holding me back. If you haven't started sharing your story, I invite you to start here. We have a "Your Story" link on the page where you're invited to write your story. It's therapeutic to just write your story down. If you want to submit it for someone to read, I'd be incredibly honored to read your story as you follow along with mine. If you want to take it a step further, you can click the permission to publish box, and I can share your story on my page, for others going through similar situations to know they aren't alone.
When my nephew was diagnosed with a Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia in 2000, we read story after story after story of people going through similar situations. It helped to see that others had survived the scary situation we were going through and came out the other side. Telling Matthew's story helps me feel like he had a purpose, and that he did exist. It gives his life a voice, and helps me to feel like he won't be forgotten. That's good for my soul and I hope to be able to help you find a safe place to tell your story, too.