Weekly Newsletter

Good morning, Trench Dwellers!

Welcome to Beautifully Messy March! To start our new series, RoseyPosey and Rebecca used beautiful imagery to tell their stories. I was moved by both brave women's voices and yet emotionally challenged in such different ways. What did you think of their stories? Leave a comment with a word of encouragement, your thoughts, or questions for them (find RoseyPosey's story here and Becca's story here). Our authors always check the comments.


This week, we introduce you to our second editor, Nathan, as well as one of our board member's sister-in-law, Deb. Both speak of their special need children from the angle of a single life event. Details, complications, and community intertwine differently with a special needs child. Nathan & Deb share their stories with raw clarity, so be sure to check out the blog this week! You can also head our to the forums to our special needs message boards to comment, share concerns, and ask questions.


The SFTT team has started planning for the summer and is putting together some event ideas. Do you love bringing people together and have a talent for event planning? We'd love to hear from you: email me at jen@storiesfromthetrenches.org.

We are looking for one more set of couples, sisters, or friends to write in for the month of April to share one story from two perspectives. How did you weather the storm together? What got your through when all could have been lost? Get started on our story submission page.

Jen G.
Founder, Stories from the Trenches

Jen's Journal

Trench sisters, I am truly excited about what is happening at Stories from the Trenches (SFTT) in the next few months—the opportunities that are coming down the pipeline, the events we are beginning to plan, and the partnerships we are working on. My grieving heart is experiencing joy in a totally different way now.

But no matter what new exciting things are coming, my favorite things about SFTT are your stories and connecting with you. You bring hope, light, and encouragement to darkness—a flashlight exposing the cobwebs—and not just for me, but for the entire Trench Community. Your stories are powerful, touching, moving beyond measure. I cannot wait to meet you and read what you all send in next.

Featured Forums

This week, we will be hearing stories about the trench of parenting special needs children. 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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Recent Stories and Resources

Additional Resources: Abuse & Mental Illness

This week, we heard two very different trench stories—one about abuse and PTSD and what it's like to heal from that as an adult and a mother, the other about overcoming and healing from phobias and depression and Borderline Personality Disorder. We hope these additional resources offer strength and encouragement to those who share these trenches. Please feel free to leave additional suggestions in the comments!

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A Second Chance at Living

I am two or three years old in the apartment on Johnson Street. I am supposed to be sleeping, but I am scared. I keep thinking of the book my mom read me before she kissed me goodnight and left the room. It was Snow White, and I am terrified of the talking mirror and wicked queen. I cry out for my mom. Instead, my father throws open the door, which I beg to be left open each night, and he is suddenly at my bedside—a large imposing shadow.

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Up in Flames

Those familiar with phobias (and maybe especially those in possession of one or two) will, perhaps, take interest in this story.

“Fire and Ice,” Robert Frost’s meditation on the impending apocalypse, concludes with the assertion that ice might be an ending quite a bit nicer than fire. And yes, the irony is lost on no one (Frost, ice), but for the pyrophobic among us, the choice between fire and ice wouldn’t have required even a haiku’s worth of debate, much less nine whole lines . . .

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