For a few years after the death of my baby daughter, I’d relive the events of that day pretty regularly, looking for some kind of meaning, pattern, lesson to be learned maybe. I’d also continually wonder what she’d be like now she was 3, 4 years old, etc.
This was making me incredibly sad. Eventually, I just had to forget that day, forget her, stop thinking about what her life would have been like, and get on with enjoying the here and now, with my other children.
Even though it would be her 10th birthday next week, I haven’t thought much about her in the run up to this.
Dwelling on past trauma didn’t work for me. YMMV.
This was making me incredibly sad. Eventually, I just had to forget that day, forget her, stop thinking about what her life would have been like, and get on with enjoying the here and now, with my other children.
Even though it would be her 10th birthday next week, I haven’t thought much about her in the run up to this.
Dwelling on past trauma didn’t work for me. YMMV.