On Wednesday evening I was part of something incredible. A panel of three women sharing their experiences of resilience, their tender stories and their thoughtful advice.
I don’t get many places to share Xavier any more, but I did on Wednesday evening. Just as Bec Sparrow shared her little Georgie (born still) and Suzi O’Shea shared how her (living) daughter helped her out of depression. Read more
I see versions of myself reflected all around me. As a white, cisgender, straight, healthy, educated woman who chose marriage, career, house and family. I do not presently live with a visible or invisible difference. Added to that, I’m a dedicated rule-follower, colouring nearly inside the lines. Typical. Generic even.
My life has lead to very few experiences of feeling other. But I did enter that way of being after Xavier died. Read more
I keep coming back to it. Perspective.
It’s a slippery thing.
After Xavier died my perspective on perspective changed. No longer a guilty reminder of my first world problems. It became a talisman. I held to the blessings, not because I felt the nagging need to be more grateful, but because they were all I had left. Read more