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After our loss, I found it very difficult to talk about what had happened. Friends and family wanted to help, but I often felt that nobody really understood what I was experiencing.

Finding support from other bereaved parents changed that. For the first time, I could speak openly without feeling that I needed to explain or justify how I felt.

Things are still difficult, but I no longer feel as though I have to deal with everything on my own.

Grief made my world feel incredibly small. I stopped doing many of the things I had previously enjoyed and found social situations particularly difficult.

Meeting other parents who had experienced loss helped enormously. Everyone’s story was different, but there was an understanding between us that I hadn't found anywhere else.

Being able to listen, talk when I wanted to, and sometimes simply sit with people who understood made a huge difference.

For a long time I kept wondering whether I was grieving properly. Some days I was overwhelmed by sadness, while on others I could laugh and feel almost normal again. That often came with a sense of guilt.

Over time, I began to understand that grief doesn't follow a timetable and there isn't one correct way to experience it.

Learning to accept those changing emotions has helped me be much kinder to myself.

In the beginning, I couldn't imagine life ever feeling meaningful again. Everything seemed divided into the time before our loss and the time afterwards.

Gradually, I realised that moving forward didn't mean leaving anyone behind. Remembering, talking about them and finding ways to include those memories in everyday life became something comforting rather than something I feared.

The grief is still part of my life, but so are love, humour and good memories.

I used to put a lot of pressure on myself to cope. I thought I should be getting back to normal, even when getting out of bed or replying to a message felt exhausting.

One of the most helpful things anyone told me was that sometimes getting through the day is enough.

That gave me permission to take things slowly. There are still difficult days, but I've learned not to judge myself for having them.