Featured Story – Patti Welsh
Written by Patti Welsh Fog. That’s what I woke up to and pushed through for months. Bubble wrap. That’s how I describe my mind, with pockets of clarity and yet such forgetfulness. Fatigue. Being unable to sleep for fear of these memories haunting me when I yearned for rest. Tears. Flowing at anytime. All the time. Remembering people’s names, dates and specific details became impossible to recall. Hence the tears. This is what my life was like for many months after my daughter died. She ended her life on December 27, while talking to me on the phone. She had...Read More
