🕊️ 2. Letter to My Baby’s Spirit – A Grief & Healing Journal

During a ketamine therapy session after my miscarriage, I entered a space where time didn’t exist. I was with my baby’s spirit — and also with my own.

We weren’t lost.
We weren’t alone.
We were together, even if for only a moment.

What I felt wasn’t sadness. It was peace… like my child was showing me a path I hadn’t considered. A quieter, deeper one. I wrote this soon after:

“I am not lost and I am not alone. I have support surrounding me even if it doesn’t always feel that way. I have to keep pressing forward and forge a new path — a path I’d like to see myself take, even though I’m not totally sure where I want to end up.”

I still don’t have all the answers. But I trust the path.
And I know that part of my baby’s gift… is this version of me.