Weekly Newsletter

Good morning, Trench Dwellers!

There are twelve more days until Christmas, and I'm definitely not ready. I have put in half the effort, but I am dragging my feet to finish that last 50%. (I blame the cold weather and the snow that continues to fall.)

The second week of the Surviving the Holidays series was a hard one. Suicide is such a painful topic, so thank you, Trench Community, for loving on Barb and Krystal this week. You can read their stories on the blog.

This week in the Surviving the Holidays series, we take you back to the beginnings of motherhood. An old friend of mine shares her story of miscarriage, and then my sister-in-law will share her trench story about postpartum depression. Miscarriage and postpartum depression are not topics that are often talked about, yet so many women suffer. I encourage you to engage with our authors through their stories and on our Facebook page. Also, check out the Surviving the Holidays forum to continue talking about all the topics during this series.

Two quick announcements to share with you:

  • On Thursday, December 15, my local paper, the Northwest Herald, will be running a story about Stories from the Trenches. We will post links to the story on our social media pages and on the website.
  • Our next series begins January 1, titled "Do You?: Share your Spark. Share Your Story." We are looking for women to submit their brave trench stories for this upcoming series. You can submit stories directly through the website, or if you have any questions, send an email to info@storiesfromthetrenches.org.

Jen G.
Founder, Stories from the Trenches
www.storiesfromthetrenches.org



Jen's Journal

I have had awful upper back pain all weekend—the kind of pain that begins as a small pinch but somehow wreaks havoc on all other body parts. This kind of nerve pinch has stiffened my neck and then crossed to my left shoulder, with nerves tingling all the way down my arm. This pretty debilitating pain has me curled up in bed doing nothing, my mind racing as I think of all the things I should be/need to be doing.

It reminds me of my first couple years after losing Eli. My heart was shattered with debilitating pain, stopping me from getting anything done, and my mind was racing with the guilt of what I should be doing. I know for my current physical pain, I will see a doctor this week and will eventually be cured. It's not always that easy with heartache, though. No quick doctor visit, no drug prescription, no cure makes it all better.

Speaking from my own experience: it takes time, effort, and lots of life turns before that heartache pain gets dulled even just a little bit. There is no cure for debilitating heartache, but there is hope that over time we learn to live with the pain and find how to manage it. May we continue to learn through Stories from the Trenches how to keep moving forward.


Featured Forums

This week, our Surviving the Holidays series will highlight stories from mothers—one grieving the loss of a miscarriage and one sharing the pain of postpartum depression. But the stories are just the start—continue the support, conversation and encouragement in the blog comments and in the forums:

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