As a mother who doesn’t fit into the traditional definition of mother, this really struck a chord with me. My baby was taken from me because I have a history of depression, even though my psychiatrist and therapist both believe that I am capable of taking care of my baby and that he wouldn’t be [...]

I can’t say the word either. I grieve for mine every day. I wish I had the strength to not feel shame and guilt about it. It’s hard. It doesn’t seem like there are any spaces for me to talk about the grief I feel related to it. I wish I knew how to heal. [...]